The Duck Call

Here of the Woodland! Ranger Bill, warrior of the Woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, showing rare courage in the face of disaster. In the air, on horseback, or in a screaming squad car.

Ranger Bill, his mind alert, a ready smile, unswerving, loyal to his mission. And all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done Duh duh duh duh duh Well, well, I was beginning the thing it's you'd forgotten Stumpy. Forgotten? Not me!

Next Monday you'll see me right out there with the rest of them. I've already started clearing space in my freezer for a couple of duck dinners. Well, uh, something tells me you're not the only one old-timer.

The first four days of the season are usually pretty busy days. Well, you know as well as I do that that's cause there ain't no limit to the number you can shoot in them first four days.

The rest of the season we all got to be satisfied only two a day. If I remember rightly, Stumpy, during the whole four no limit days last year you only bagged five ducks. Well, it was a poor year for me.

But this year, as a matter of fact, come on, I'll start filling up a corner of the freezer with the tastiest dinners you ever expected each. I sure hope so. Good morning, Judge. Hello, Bill.

Stompity. Oh, the Judge. And to what do we owe the honor of this visit, Judge? Oh, my laziness, I guess. I don't follow you. I'm just trying to put off going down to my office bill.

This is a mighty busy time of the year. Oh, I get it. Hotting licenses, huh? Don't even say the words. Ah, a lot of folks, after a miss time here, I judge. This year. Oh, every year's dumpy.