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A rightful place and time
By Will Maines

THE SCENE WAS set, the time was right.

The old duck hunter was in his rightful place and, as he sat there slowly scanning the distant sky from north to east to south and back, the ducks came.

At first they were just black dots a half-mile distant, but to eyes that had been doing the same job for more than 50 years, they were unmistakably ducks; ducks on the way.

It took another 30 seconds or so, but gradually

Tuesday, September 03, 2013 2:57 PM
 

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