The ducks drew closer, dropping altitude as they saw Peter’s decoys on the surface. Peter raised his gun and fired at the lead duck. There was a sharp crack and the duck tumbled from the air into the water. He quickly got off three more shots, dropping a duck on each. It was a promising start.
Because he had the whole of the Pond to himself, Peter bagged over ninety-seven ducks that day. After the first couple of dozen, he challenged himself by taking shots from the hip or whipping the gun around behind his back. He killed the final duck with an eyes-closed, left-handed, through-the-legs shot.
When there were no more ducks to kill, Peter started mowing down other wildlife. He shot four beavers, twelve trout, a fox, nine chipmunks, three deer and an eagle. To be fair, though, he only shot the eagle because he was drunk and thought it was a duck. It was a spectacular day of hunting – one for the ages.
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