There is a fair amount of speculation in the second part of the above statement.
But it is based on the following evidence.
For years I shot on one of the many Lake at a place called Ohaupo in the Waikato.
Late on the afternoon of the first Sunday of duckshooting we were sitting around having a few drinks waiting for the odd duck to drop in amounst the decoys (The guns had been cleaned and put away prior to this you understand) but we had sentry's out as you do.
One of the batchelors amoung us hunters must have felt the stirring in the loins and he declares that he is going off to visit a quite well known "den of iniquity" in the Local town. We were all comfortably establish in the lodge under the willows by the time we noted the 'Amourous Ones' lights returning down the race a very short time after he left.
He entered the lodge and I could see from his face that he had met with a distasteful experience wherever he had been. One of hunters less tuned to the delicacy of the situation shouted out "how did you get on"
There is only a few girls and there were 27 pairs of gumboots lined up outside the back door he mumbled. It seems on the first sunday of duck shooting it was a case of 'every hand to the pump'
"I suppose you thought she loved you" someone said
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