I was 10 years old when my grandfather needed a hunting partner for the day. I had an old 1898 Stevens 16 guage double barrel Indian Trading gun. He took me to the far edge of a large lake and we spread out a dozen or so old decoys. It was overcast, windy, drizzling and about 30 degrees. He put me in a bunch of bullrushes and told me to sit tight and he would be back. In an hour or so he came back to see over a hundred teal, mallards, and canvasbacks sitting in and around my decoys. He snuck down and wondered why I was shooting ducks. I told him he had told me to sit tight and wait and so I was (when Grandpa spoke I obeyed). Anyway that day he taught me how to get a bag the perfect 100 point menu. That was the Nebraska law back then. To this day, there is nothing more beautiful than calling in and buying 'the perfect 100 point' menu. So I blame my grandfather-may he rest in peace.