A cowboy taleIt was probably sometime around 1995. I had just gotten to the house after a long day on the water, and the first thing I saw when I walked into the kitchen was the blinking red light on the telephone answering machine. That blinking was bothersome – it meant I might have to turn right back around and head out to a call somewhere. With more than a little trepidation, I walked over and pressed play. I recognized my Mamaw’s voice immediately. She said, “I got 13 of those tree ducks lined up on the fence. I think ...