What's become quite a few years back, my parties had a crazy (at least for our area) run of six neck banded specks in that season's first split, and when I mentioned that to a good friend I was taking on an afternoon play hunt, he told me he'd shot specks with leg bands, but never a neck band.
"Then, today's your day," I joked. "I'm taking you to number seven."
Wasn't long after that a pair of specks came in, and he dropped them both. I went to recover one, while he got the other, and when I turned around with mine, I saw my friend goose in hand, studying the ground for a bit before bending to pick something up. Was the last of the three pieces of a neck band so old and sun rotted that it broke on impact with the ground.
I felt like Babe Ruth having hit the storied home run after pointing to the stands.
If you think I'm wrong, you might be right.