|Brayshaw watches the horizon for incoming bluebills|
It's not important, in the end, that we always get our ducks. But when it happens, the deal is sweetened in ways we cannot always express in words. Sometimes, we simply rejoice in the feel of a trusty shotgun in one hand, a duck dinner in the other, and the promise, we hope, of more.
|Brayshaw with the first of many, we hope.|