The photos of true black ducks and the cork decoys made me homesick for the east coast a little; my first handmade corkers were black ducks for the Susquehanna that morphed into mallards for Florida and then the Pacific Northwest; the grassed up boat also stirred memories--as did the Model 12. Sorry, the camo-clad modern guns just don't do it for me. Folks out here tout the sprig for its cautious appraisal of decoys, but those hunters have never seen blacks a month into the season in the rust-belt areas; one of the best callers I ever saw could only bring them within 70 or 80 yards overhead, circling, talking, looking--not convinced by his giant handmade corks or his conversation. A black duck is a trophy. Congratulations to both of you.