At the last Dovestock, Roger brought a full bottle of the Glenlevet and sets it out in plain sight on one of the picnic tables. He sidles up to me and confides the bottle is full of water. Not sure if anyone fell for his little prank, but at least he thought it was purty funny.

Roger took DMac and me hunting some years ago at Bob Brown. He'd been recently whacking mallets with regularity at a pool with a name I don't recall. Flooded corn with open strips. We got set up and realized the damned ducks had finished off the corn a day or two before, so we didn't have squat come into range. At the end I did manage to whack a drake and Sandy made an awesome fetch 50+ yards in the cornfield.

But Roger didn't want us tellin' anybody we didn't do well. He was just that way.