Pop was an ace duck hunter. He hunted in the days when, he said, they would rise and there would be so many it would darken. I can't fathom that today! As a kid in the 50's, I saw him put out decoys and suck them in with his duckcall so far away, I couldn't even spot them. He knew when to be loud, when to be soft, and when to do what he said was a "chuckle." Then they would come in, get ready to light and just at that full wing span, just above the water, bam-bam-bam!

Heh, heh.

But he was serious about using modified choke over decoys, and didnt want to put too many pellets into a mallard. They took some longer chances with high flying geese. Some of the old timers on the Platte River even used buckshot. Well, often a miss, but if it hit, you got the goose!