Hunting on a slough with my dad and granddad, just off the Missouri River in NW MO. I was shooting a double barrel Newport .410. Not sure if I even killed one, but my dad and granddad convinced me I did. I got to help oar the old cypress plank boat out to the blind. I still remember it like it was yesterday. We had a faded cotton bag that my grandma had got up early and made biscuits and thick cut bacon that was wrapped up in tin foil and then wrapped with newspaper and put in the bag we carried. About half the decoys were wooden - and heavy. My grandad was shooting a Win model 97 pump gun - the kind with the hammer. I still have that gun. We did not wear waders - those green rubber boots that did not quite come up to your knee - feet about froze off. The year was 1961.