There's nothing impoverished about your imagination, George. That's it exactly: sheets of ice three or four inches thick propped up on their edges. We were lucky yesterday because the ice was thick enough to bear our weight as we crossed frozen salt water behind a stormy beach to get to a run or lead---a narrow strip 15 metres by 100 metres of shallow marshy water kept open by wind and tide.
The ice for the blind, nearer the shore and thinner from a previous cold spell, was tipped into place easily near the edge of the open water. White gunning smock, 1911 A&N 12ga IC/IM, Kent 2 1/2-inch TM No. 5s, Jake, my five-year-old black Lab, complete your picture. One scenario was a pair of blacks wheeling three circuits within easy gunshot above my buddy crotch-deep re-setting decoys. I wasn't fast enough pulling out my camera.
Wish all of you gunners were there!
