Missing my mom! She could never return to Scotland, a prisoner, in Canada after the second world war. I remember walking in the woods, with mom, my dog and my 22. I could pick a duck out of the sky and bring home duck soup. On the walk with mom we came upon a slough and across the pond 75yds there sat a muscat. I don't think mom believed I could make the the shot. I did and mom gave me an earful. She stated that the muscat had a family.... She loved life; I never picked up the 22 again.