Once upon a time, kinda sounds like a fairy tale don't it, there was a fella who lived in Thibodeaux , LA.  His name was Thibodeaux Vashon, and no the town wasn't named after him or him after the town. His momma just named him that.  Thibodeaux  loved to duck hunt.  He was the proud owner of Duke, the Greatest Lab that ever lived.  Duke could get 'em whereever and whenever they wasn't to be got.  To say the least, he was a humdinger.

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      A couple of seasons ago, a northern banker came down from Illinois to hunt with Thibodeaux & Duke.  He pulled into th' yard, and parked right beside, let's call him " T " for short, anyhow, right beside " T's" rusty back'em up pickup truck.  He got out and they exchanged pleasantries, beautiful day, etc. and soforth, and after that was all over, " T " said, " Grab yo' shotgun, an' le's go bus' sum ducks".  Eagerly, the banker complied, and off into th' bayou they went, Duke leadin' th' way.

   They came upon a slew, and Duke crawled to th' edge, and peered over into the slew.  He came crawlin' back, jumped up, nodded his head up and down, and wagged his tail twice.  " T " said, " They's 2 ducks up 'ar ".  So, they snuck up, and sure as the world, " They was 2 ducks up 'ar ".   Bang... Bang..., they shot 'em, and Duke got 'em.  The banker laughed, and said it was just coincidence.  " T " said, " wonna bet ".  The banker said, " Yeah ".  So, off to th' next slew.   Duke crawled up, and crawled back, nodded his head up and down, a wagged his tail 4 times.  They snuck up, and sure as th' world, 4 ducks on the slew.  Bang... Bang... Bang..., 2 in 1 shot, 4 ducks down.  They shot 'em, Duke got 'em, and the banker lost $100.00.  " T " smiled, and off to the next slew they went.  Time after time, the same result, Duke 'd spot 'em, and they shot 'em, till the banker had lost a conciderable sum of money.  Don't ask how much, heck, to us cajun's a hunnerd dolllars is a conciderable sum of money.

   Well, that was it, the banker had to have Duke.  " T " said, " Duke ain't fo' sale ".  The banker said, " I'll make you a wealthy man ".  So, after much cajolin', and negotiation, Duke was off to a new home, in Illinois.

   A couple of weeks later, " T " recieved a phone call from the banker.   He asked, " how's Duke likin' his new home".  The banker said, " that's why I  called".  " I had to shoot Duke yesterday, he went mad, crazy, nuts".  " T " asked, " w'at happened?".  The banker related th' story.  " We were hunting, came up to a large lake, and Duke put the sneek on".  " He looked, his ears stood up, he came runnin' back.  His head was goin' round and round, he jumped up on me, his tail waggin' like crazy, started humpin' on my leg, ran over grabbed up a stick in his mouth, which was salivatin', and shook his head like crazy."  I became quite frightened at this bizarre behavior, and in fear of attack, shot Duke".  Now, don't get ahead of me.  Thibodeaux said, " Oh no, ya' didn' listen to what Duke was tellin' ya'".  The banker asked, " what in goodness name could he possibly have been sayin'".  O.K., here it comes, " T " said, " Duke was tryin' ta tell ya'... they's so many f@#$ing ducks out t'ar that u can't shake a stick at 'em".  So, now th' banker knew, and now you know..., listen to ya' Lab sometimes, he may be smarter than you.

This Story told by a Cajun at heart, a duck hunter by desire, and a southerner by grace, may God bless all, in your hunting endeavors.

Stan Riddle, Pres.

Stan's Outdoor Inc, Columbus, MS 

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