Follow me back quite a few years, to Burlington, Iowa, and a duck blind on the Mississippi River. Here I am with my friend Ann. Her Dad woke us up at Oh, Dark Thirty to go duck hunting. Seriously. I think I was about Ella Numera Una's age at the time.
Suffice it to say that neither one of us knew the difference between a duck's beak & a butthole. And, being the scardy-cat that I am, even the mention of a gun was a pretty daunting proposition.
Annie & I just sat & watched her Dad do the dirty work. We were cold, the duck blind reeked & we must have been bad luck...the closest any of us came to bagging a feathered friend was when we got back to the house & I took a long, hot bath with my Rubber Ducky.
Don't know if Candid Carrie does any hunting up Wisconsin Way, but today she's hosting her weekly Friday Foto Finish Fiesta TGIF, y'all!