About 15 years ago, I was over by a marshy area near the farm. I was looking for a comfy little spot where I might get a shot a the wood ducks every now and then. I met one of those on the path that day. He hissed at me. I figure the only reason he turned around and left was because he was offended by the smell of the shit which, by then, had filled up my bib overalls.
