Show J JUST U 8 T F FOLKS 0 L K 8 By A. A GUEST EDGAR DUCK SHOOTING EXPERIENCE I r- went duck shooting once with Freddie Nash and Bill Magee f I. And in an open boat I faced a cold November sea With Ice upon my eyebrows and with ice upon my hair And ice upon my finger tips I found no pleasure there For since I was a rookie and the youngest of the boys boys' They told me my job to take up the decoys Within a little open boat boat t they ey lent sent me from the theW W blind d dAnd 1 And told me round each wooden bird the anchor string to wind But stiff and frozen was the cord and high the thet waters rolled t And scarce had I begun my task ere I was wet and cold The north I wind battered at my face and bitter was its bite And duck decoys are ugly things on a wild November November November No No- vember night Just forty-five forty of ot them there were within a circle wide Just forty-five forty cold wooden things to which a astr str string g was tied With fingers numb and stiff and sore I worked with might and main And vowed if once I got ashore Id I'd ne' ne nee neer go out again The water slapped me on the cheeks ice formed upon the boat Upon my nose my ears cars my chin upon my leather coat They told me I would get some ducks and since Im I'm still alive I must confess that I came in that night with forty-five forty Yes forty-five forty all made of wood and painted brown and red And coated thick with ice and string precise string precise precisely ly as they said But when the ducks begin to fly I think about the boys And wonder whom they've picked this year to bring in the decoys |