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Hey, I have a duck story:
In the early 80's, I lived on the California coast in a town called Aptos. It was a great place, but I had a problem with snails in my garden. They scarfed snail bait with impunity on a regular basis and seemed to multiply like rabbits. I had just about given up hope when a friend mentioned they knew someone who raised "Muscovy" (quackless) ducks, and that these guys were big on escargo. Being pretty desperate, I drove to this place and picked up a fine looking specimen. Within 2 weeks there wasn't a snail to be found except a few that ol' "Webster" had a hard time cracking the shell of (these I helped him with). Soon I found myself searching outside the fenced garden area for his favorite fare. The downside was that he freely deposited on my deck and the stains just would not come out of the wood no matter how hard I tried! He and I got to be pretty good buddies: When I arrived home from work, many times it was he who beat my dog running to me with a wagging tail. Not long after, I moved to another nearby town called Soquel. This place was in the hills and pretty isolated. Every night we could hear coyotes howling and sometimes pretty close. This time my yard wasn't fenced and one morning I found what was left of Webster after a coyote had his way with him. I was heartbroken. The weird thing was that I was doing a lot of duck hunting at the time. I could walk past webster with a bagged limit and not feel the least bit guilty. Somehow my mind differentiated Webster from his wild cousins????
Ron
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05-12-2005, 09:22 PM
Ain't Life Just Ducky!
than to frown 
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