She didn't shoot the poor creature... her daddy did. She still, however, sees it as sweet defeat... for the duck. I don't get it. I don't get the waking up at 3:30, decking out in camo, pulling all the shells, guns, seats, etc. together and creeping out the door in the middle of the night for a duck.... but they do, and they love it. It was a "Joy-Making Day" for Rebecca and her daddy. Caroline and I had fun hunting other things... at the mall!