Great story, Joe. Reminds me a bit of the story by Brister that I mentioned earlier. Welllll, not quite.
A bit more duck blind trivia. A friend from Fayetteville, AR has several hundred acres on the Cache River. He bought it just a couple of years ago, and there were old, old blinds already there. They all, with the exception of two, are named for different states (of the union). Each gets its name because of a license plate nailed to a tree out front somewhere in the "hole". Each plate is from a different state. There is the Colorado, the Missouri, the Texas, well... you get the idea. But the one that isn't named for a state is the best. It's the Peabody. So named because of a green velvet covered chain with big nickeled hooks on each end, you know the kind that hang from stands in big hotels and theaters to create corridors. It hangs inside the warming room of the blind. It came from....... the Peabody Hotel in Memphis, of course. And EVERYBODY knows that the Peabody Hotel is the beginning of the Mississippi flyway, because every morning the elevator descends to the lobby full of mallards. A red carpet is rolled out from the elevator to the pool in the lobby and when the door opens the ducks walk the red carpet to the pool. This began many, many years ago and continues to this day, I am told. EVERY day.
Stan
