“A Morning Wood Duck”

“Snapshot Saturday”

A trading post hunter picks up a downed wood duck drake.

A wood duck drake flew low over the watering hole. The Northwest gun’s turtle sight gave chase, caught the fowl, and swung through its body. The English flint crashed. Sparks flew. Priming powder flashed, and in an instant the smoothbore thundered… Old Northwest Territory, three ridges east of the River Raisin, in the Year of our Lord, 1793…

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