anthony m coons sr
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All I ever wanted! when I started duck hunting was a double barrel. My dad had a double barrel, double trigger side by side Springfield 16 ga. To me it was the best gun there was. A gun that looked just like the one Elmer Fudd used going after Daffy Duck. After a day of dreaming of using this fine piece of American history. I finally got to go hunting with my friends. Dad gave me a box of Peters paper shells. They were purple, I remember. My friend's took me to a swamp near by. We didn't have waders back then just some old rubber hip boots. We walked out as far as we could without getting wet. In my case it was my first step. I went right over my boots. So at this point it was on. I walked right up until I got waist deep And then waited for the crack of dawn. Still dark a small flock of green wings flew by like a small jet plane. But it was getting lighter fast. My friends behind me, sky busted on a pair of mallards, but missed. I look down the swamp and saw a pair of woodies busting hard down the middle of swamp. This is it I said: to myself. As the birds got closer and closer. I pulled up and pulled the triggers. Both went off at the same time. I fell backwards into the mud. By buddies yelled you got him! you got him!. I lifted myself out of that mud covered from head to toe. Both barrels of my dad's gun was filled with swamp mud. But two woodies were down. A double! my first duck was a double with that gun. To me I got Buggs and Daffy at the same time. Elmer Fudd can eat my dust. I still have that gun. The stock is all beaten to heck. But once in a while when I open my gun safe. A smile crosses my face. Thinking of my dad and those two woodies. I hope you all have a story like this. I would love to read it.