We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
We are proud to say that we are among the rare and blessed few who have encountered the mythical duck hunter's cutie-pie while hunting last week in Manitoba - the famed and mysterious Maid of the Marsh, who, like a mermaid, or a unicorn, or a white whale, or Bigfoot, materializes like a vision out of the mist and rain and sleet, to present her magnificent self to distract and bother fortunate and intrepid fellows who are on a heroic quest - in this case, the quest for a limit of diver ducks on Manitoba big water.
Yes, we were very lucky to get a photo of this charming creature as scientific proof of her existence, as she gave us her memorable trademark open-mouthed, invitingly seductive glance before she disappeared or dissolved into the fog and the bullrushes and the alcohol - a momentary vision who came to us in black and white. An illusion? A ghost? The fantasy of a lonely hunter far from home? Well, the photo tells it all.
If you wonder about the make and model of the shotgun, your priorities are way off. No - we are not a porn site. Sorry to disappoint. This is science. We think the gun is a Win 42, a .410 and definitely no duck gun in anyone's hands, but a fine gun for shooting pigeons and starlings around the barn. And that is not cellulite - that is abundant health.