Eiders

Eiders EIDERS/Lewis Robinson ISET THE DECOYS--my father called them tollers--by dropping their smaU steel anchors overboard, paying out line. They had thin keels on their underbeUies that kept them pointed in the same direction, looking exactly tike any raft of ducks you'd see up the cove. They were were feeding. perfectly buoyant, rigid. Some had their heads down as though they Td been hunting with my father before, and while I liked firing the gun and having the kick punch my shoulder, I never aimed at the ducks. He assumed I was a lousy shot and tried to improve my aim by telling me to relax, anticipate, breathe. When I finished with the decoys I pulled the skiff ashore and sat next to him. We were on a ledge in Jackson Cove, in the dark. Fig stood on all fours next to us, shifting her paws on the rocks, unable to fund the right place. "Christ, wiU you sit?" he said to her. I hugged her down to the seaweed. She was excited to hunt because it was the only time she could swim and hold dead birds in her mouth. My mother had never aUowed it; she felt http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png The Missouri Review University of Missouri

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EIDERS/Lewis Robinson ISET THE DECOYS--my father called them tollers--by dropping their smaU steel anchors overboard, paying out line. They had thin keels on their underbeUies that kept them pointed in the same direction, looking exactly tike any raft of ducks you'd see up the cove. They were were feeding. perfectly buoyant, rigid. Some had their heads down as though they Td been hunting with my father before, and while I liked firing the gun and having the kick punch my shoulder, I never aimed at the ducks. He assumed I was a lousy shot and tried to improve my aim by telling me to relax, anticipate, breathe. When I finished with the decoys I pulled the skiff ashore and sat next to him. We were on a ledge in Jackson Cove, in the dark. Fig stood on all fours next to us, shifting her paws on the rocks, unable to fund the right place. "Christ, wiU you sit?" he said to her. I hugged her down to the seaweed. She was excited to hunt because it was the only time she could swim and hold dead birds in her mouth. My mother had never aUowed it; she felt

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The Missouri ReviewUniversity of Missouri

Published: Oct 5, 2002

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