About 6 months or so ago, I found a wood carving club here on the Island. I read about it in Newsday, and the thing that interested me most was that one of the master carvers was my old physic teacher from high school. Anyway, I've been going to meeting every week and picking up some tips here and there. Of course, most of the fellows at the "bird table" are actually carving sculptures, not working decoys, to they don't have a whole lot of appreciation for my birds. I keep trying to explain that my "judge" has a brain the size of half a walnut, monocular vision and is flying by at 40mph or so, often in very low light or low visibility.
This morning, I was sitting at the "bird table" hacking away at some miniature when this fellow I'd never met comes up and asks if anyone is interested in ducks. After some discussion with some of the other carvers, they point him to me. He hands me a book and asks if I'd be interested in it. I look at the book and it's the second printing (1954) of "Wild Fowl Decoys" by Joel Barber! I asked him how much he wanted, and he says nothing, he want to give it to me! I couldn't believe it. I told him that the book was probably worth a few dollars, but he said, "Not to me! It's worth more to me in the hands of someone who'll appreciate it!"
How's that for dumb luck?
I feel slightly sorry for a man who has never patterned his gun, who has no idea how far his chosen load will retain killing penetration. But I'm extremely sorry for the ducks he shoots at beyond the killing range of his gun and load - Bob Brister