Clapper,
Nope, but pretty close. That was in Wachapreague, Virginia actually. I was shooting with an old fella named Milton Stranton. Here's a picture of him poling me along the tide ditches:
King,
I'm assuming your Dad made it home after that ordeal by the way you tell it. Quite a story, you should write a book about all your family tales. I've got that corker you told us over on the Parker BBS saved in my file for "Tales of the Parker Gun" whenever I get enough stories together to seriously start putting it together. I'm thinking of making another run up your way during next season. I never did get that eider duck and that was the reason I came. Well that and to "collect your money" for joining the PGCA. *wink*
