|Photos by my Father .|
As I have written before, my father was an avid duck shooter, going out as a boy with his father and grandfather. These pictures are companion pictures to the ones I posted almost a year ago. I thought of these when I asked a friend about a cousin of my mother's, and got his following response:
"He was quite a goose hunter and a contemporary of my father’s.
There is an old gun club just South of Essex on the river. He was quite active in that. It was a time when men hunted in the fall, and varnished in the Spring. Years ago, between the wars, the swells would come down from Hartford and spend the night at the Dauntless Club. Have a great dinner, and then early the next day go to the gun club for the morning flight. Shoot until about 10, go back to the gun club (Where there was a steward!), have a grand breakfast followed by a nap. Then back to the blind for the evening flight. Back to the Dauntless for dinner number two, and then back to Hartford."
|I have used this picture before but now it is in context.|
|A Few More Photos of This Favorite Dog|
|Dead Duck, Resting Man|
|Boots in the Boot of the Jaguar|
*I added this photograph of some of my decoys my grandfather carved per Gary's comment.