MarvB
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One more... two high school seniors playing hooky to get in a little late season waterfowl hunting. Had picked up our dekes and had em all piled in the back of the John boat while my buddy was in the bow with the rest of our gear. I was behind the oars and had made it about halfway across the pond to the parking lot when behind me the loudest combination of hisses, screams, and shit flying everywhere began. One of the last birds we had “killed” was a pretty good sized honker that had come back to life and was in the process of wing beating my partner (all 6’2” 240# of him) into submission. By the time he finally corralled the bird and turned its head around a few times I was literally in tears...the look of fear on that man child’s face was priceless!