I recall a group of so called hunters (weekend wariors, L.L. Bean outfitted shmucks) came into the little valley I live in and leased the best duck hunting springs and sloughs. No locals allowed. Funny thing was they only had one good hunt. Aftrr that they never shot a limit and sometimes never even saw a duck. 4 a.m. Shellcrackers rule! The leasees went away and the local fireworks crews rejoiced and hunted.