Sunset on the river on Monday night. As I was checking out various angles, I heard a person whistling and eventually saw him setting up a photo tripod about 100 yards away across the river. I asked him if I was in his shot, and we exchanged names (he was Robert), yelling as we photographed the sunset. I thought he told me that someone shot at him over the weekend, but he yelled back the he was actually shot by a duck hunter near a campground (could not hear which one). The shot did not penetrate his jeans, but he was not real happy about the incident. He told me he was whistling to alert the hunters. It's a jungle out there.
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(sorry)