This reminds me of a couple old fellows, they were brothers, that duck hunted near us often. The wouldn't even try to hide or camouflage themselves or boat. They had the worst sounding duck calls I have even heard. This earned them the nicknames of the Bugle Boys. In all the times I saw them hunting they only killed 2 ducks that were both shot on the swing while working our decoy spread. For the first year or so my hunting buddies would get pretty mad at them, after that it was comical. Like Laurel and Hardy. When one brother died the other never hunted again. We were all saddened by the emotional loss of the surviving brother. The memories of watching them hunt are some my buddies and I still talk about.