He got one!

After six or seven enjoyable but unsuccessful duck hunting ventures since the season opened in early Dec, HF finally struck big on Wednesday morning and got three ducks. Red-letter morning. Ironically it was his first time hunting on a weekday - the rest have all been Saturdays or Sundays - and so his office freezer was fortunate enough to host a few wrapped ducks for the day en route to our house. Dear Angus also missed the happy event, so here's hoping he can get in on the action tomorrow or Sunday morning when the opportunity may arise.

The kids didn't bat an eyelash about taking ahold of the slightly-frozen ducks, as the photo shows... There was much rejoicing over dad's success of course, and now everyone wants to know when we're having duck for dinner. (Stay tuned).