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About 7 years ago, two buddies and I went out to western mass for the duck opener. We got out early, motored across this pond, and splashed our dekes. It was a slow morning, I took a woody, and not much else flew by. We were drinking coffee, eating sandwiches and basically shooting the breeze. All of a sudden we here this tremendous splash, and turn in time to see a hawk flying away with one of our dekes. He flew about 60 yards or so and realized it was a fake, and dropped it. It was quite a site.
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