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Thanks, Tim. Back at �ya.

Best,
Ted

Scary does not begin to cover problems with the eyes. I have learned how to shoot from either side but to do it well requires good vision, binocular vision is best. I�m sure Stan could learn how to shoot left handed but his problem is that he would not be satisfied unless he was nearly as good with it as he is now right handed. I�m hoping Ted finishes fully healing and that no one on this board ever has a similar problem.

Being unable to see is one of my worst nightmares. Almost everything I do requires good vision. My work, my hobbies you name it. My Father lost 80% of vision on one side, along with all depth perception. It is as a cruel blow for him. One I hope to never experience. Keep those peepers in good health.

I am, deep down in my core, a duck hunter. I love the wildness of ducks, I love big muddy swamps, and rivers, and creeks. I love retrievers, and I love big duck guns. I love to hear an old drake mallard circling the dekes because he's lonesome, and answering the hen calls we make with his "purring". But I realized about twenty years ago, one morning in a blind with the wind in my face and the ducks coming in from behind me, that it was the sound of their wings cutting the air that reached deeper into me than all the rest of it. I have made a request, to a few people who understand me, if I ever lose my eyesight but still have good health otherwise, that my son or my grandsons, or even a close friend will help me to the blind, without a gun ......................and let me listen. To the sound of the wind in their wings.

It haunts me the rest of the year.

SRH

Ducks huh. Ringnecks dropping from half a mile high in the sky into my decoys make a sound like the tearing of paper. I love it but have not been able to hear it for years now. If I wear my hearing aids the wind on a good duck day makes too much racket. Oh, well it is a sound I will never forget.

Stan's post reminded me...Geo

Stan, I suspect that sound makes your heart speed up. It does mine. I love the sound of wings just before sunrise as ducks move about the marsh.

Geo, when in college we'd hunt ringnecks in a 110 acre "pond" on a buddy's farm midway between Clark's Hill and Lake Sinclair in middle Georgia. We felt that the birds were coming from either lake. The ringers would arrive well past legal shooting time and we'd always hear them before we'd see them. They'd look like dots in the sky when we would first hear them. Sporty birds over blocks. Gil

I'm still dealing with PVD issues in my dominant eye. It's a [censored] trying to see through the cloudiness in my dominant eye. Hasn't slowed me down though. Still sending rounds down range in my rifles, handguns and of course shotguns. Not going to let this thing beat me.

I admire your persistence Ken. As I have always been told by many that are older and wiser than I, if you ever lay down you will not get back up. Hang in there. I hope there is some relief for you in the future?

Stan- the late Nash Buckingham could not have said it better- I think of how he prevailed in the duck hunting seasons with his cataract surgery, late in life-- I have been an ardent waterfowler for 65 years hand runnin'-- except a few seasons I missed due to my commitment to Uncle Sam of course-- and it's all about the sound and the other senses that calls us back, season after season--

All my old hunting partners are now gone from this earth-- and many 4 legged companions as well- But no morning with the sun opening up through the clouds in the Eastern horizon, the whisper of wings, the chatter of mallards, and the honking of geese, will also call me for as long as I can get out. At age 77, I still have 20/15 distance vision, possibly as Gen. Chuck Yeager does, and he is a tad over my age-- A gift from the good Lord-and I hope that you continue to have good health and vision for the years yet to come--

A world without shotguns-- as Gene Hill once wrote- for a title to a story- No marshes and leaky waders, no strings of calls, spilled boxes of shells on the blind floor- no early morning hearty breakfasts with strong black coffee at the Tunica caf�- no Labradors tangling in the decoys while you watch from your layout boat on Saginaw Bay- Well, you get my drift-- RWTF

Please, some info on the 12.
At sub 7 pounds (I'm guessing)
would you describe that beauty as well balanced and lively?