Forrest, your point is reasonable. For every action there are unexpected or unrealized results, where fate seems pitiless, beyond our control. One morning I shot at a black hanging right over the tollers that flew off into a bright blue mid- morning sky. Three hundred metres away it set its wings and made a steep glide into two feet of crusted snow on the edge of a marsh. Another time, when limits were generous, my buddy and I shot 16 bluebills, all dead on the water without a cripple among them, and the bluebills circled back twice out of range. We watched the flock until it disappeared in the distant sky, all strong of wing. I can only vouch for my experience of scrupulous retrieving of birds which was as much of our shore culture as making a living from the sea. Your point is valuable as wildlife everywhere seems under strain. Thanks.

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