Hi Sherm and everyone.
In the old, old days I don't know if there were duck `limits' or not. Certainly no one followed them. Prior to refrigeration which came later on the outer islands, sea ducks were the main source of fresh meat on the islands. On the mainland there would have been deer and moose. It wasn't uncommon to shoot a hundred ducks per trip. Then they were shared around within the families. The old folks always got ducks, in turn the old guy would make decoys, etc.
The ducks would be laid out on the ice in the ice house (it was cut from the pond and hauled with ox cart). They also bottled the duck and salted the duck.
They also typically hunted `out of season'. The fisheries officers by in large ignored this since it was food for the table. However selling ducks was illegal. I expect that happened at the same time as the commercial harvest in the US was banned.
Dad told me the story of hunting with Russell on the back of the island from the rocks at the Eastern End. It was blowing like crazy but the ducks were every where He said the ducks were off the shore, with mats going all the way out to Pearl Island, 5 miles to the southwest. They were there quite a while, hoping for a shot to come close enough. Well, he said a few ducks came to the wing half way of to Pearl island. Then a few more, and more, and more untill they all came to the wing..... 10,000 plus. They all came in behind the island and sat just out side the surf out of range. Then they came on the shore. Well, dad and russel got ready. Dad had a Sears semiautomatic that held five and Russel had a pump that held five. Just as they started to raise up a swell broke in the ducks, and they all went together. dad said that each time they fired it looked like a sythe (sp?) cutting through hay.
When they were done they couldn't count how many they killed. Back then, and now, you then had to run to the fish stores to get the boat. By the time they were off and going down along the shore in the boat they new that the ducks would have drifted way down wind to the north east. So, they steamed 17 minutes down wind to the Seal Ledge before they turned and started up towards the island. Russel ran the engine and dipped. When they had one hundred they decided that it was enough, so they never did know how many they killed. (Wonder why the population decreased????).
But on with my story. It was saturday and the Ironbounders never worked on Sunday. Thats not to say that if they were in the fishstore dressing fish that they didn't work until 2:00 AM on Sunday morning ...as long as no one looked at the time. Anyway, home they went. A hundred ducks to clean and most of the other folks were away. So they grabbed the hatchet and off with the wings and started skinning. When they were all done, in the boat and off to themainland to sell ducks. Dad had a car then so they loaded up and up to Blandford to sell the ducks. It wasn't long before the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP ... the guys with the big red stetsons and red uniforms) got wind of this. Since it was illegal they started looking. Dad said they would go from house to house, and they would be hiding in the livingroom when the RCMP would come to the door. "Sorry to bother you folks, but have you seen a couple guys from Ironbound selling sea ducks?" " No, no, officer, we haven't seen them"....and off they would go.... and off dad and Russell would go. Probably got 25 cents a pair. $12.50 was a lot of money back then ! and thats a TRUE STORY.