Looking forward to the opening weekend reunion in our marsh. Thirty, or forty(?), years ago, a successful area car dealer started bringing a group of friends to the marsh my morning blind is in for the opening weekend, and we inherited their tradition when we took over the marsh seven seasons ago. The original host and all but one of his buddies have passed or become too infirm for the trip , but his sons have maintained their reunion hunt and added their own friends and sons as the original crew thinned. Hoping to get to hunt the last of the old guard, Jim, who's now entering his 80s. He's a hoot.
I've a firm rule, for the sake of the dog's head and hearing, that no one is to shoot to the right of my whirligig. Period. And on the 2009 opener, Jim swung on a hard crossing teal and rocked the spinner:

Before either his partner or I could say a word, Jim boomed, "You'll note I did not shoot to the right of the Robo."
Then he proceeded to tell on himself at the boat house, so his partner couldn't lord it over him. But before the next morning's hunt his hosts held a surprise pre-hunt ceremony and presented him with a well shot up spinner rigged to be hung on a wall. Which I'm told he did:

Great folks.
Thinking on it, two others of the original crew, at least one of which I know has passed, still hold the record for most decoys shot in a morning. They just weren't in the game on flying birds, so I started landing them and cutting the old gentlemen loose on them on the pond. Picked up seven sinkers after dropping them off at the boathouse that morning and another six the next morning. Would gladly do it again this year if only they were able.