One time me and Lawrence Rumbolt were up in Port Marlin Tickle hunting ducks. A big company flew in and we each only had one shot at them. We managed to kill sixty-three ducks that day. That was a good many ducks for two fellows. We brought the ducks home and two or three women from the community came and helped pick them. That was too many ducks for the two of us so we shared them with other people in the harbour. That was one good thing about the old days -people shared with each other and gave to those who were less fortunate or could not go duck hunting.

The most ducks I ever saw killed in one day was between two hundred - fifty and three hundred ducks. One day there was about eleven of us down across Deep Water Creek. A big company of ducks came in the cove and we all had a shot at them. We managed to get most of the ducks, but it was getting dark and the wind was blowing the ducks offshore. So we were unable to get them all. That was a shame because none of us wanted to kill a duck without taking it home. To us it was a waste when a duck was killed and we could not get it. The ducks we did get were divided evenly amongst us. The most ducks I killed by myself with one shot was twenty-six. That was with a factory loaded shell.

In the past four or five years I have give up ducking. For me all the fun is gone out of it. Years ago when you were hunting and you heard somebody coming you knew it was a friend or another hunter. Today when you're hunting you have to look over your shoulder because it might be DFO or the RCMP coming to take your ducks and gun. Today you got to have permits and licenses to go hunting. Nowadays there are all kinds of restrictions, such as when and where you can go hunting. Years ago you could take pride in going hunting and supplying your family with food. Today the government has taken away a lot of that pride that we hunters once had.

One day in May during the 1980's my wife, Annie, was looking out the window towards the mouth of the harbour. She saw something swimming in through the tickle but she did not know what it was. She told me that she saw something and she wanted me to take a look. So I went and got my 22 rifle which had a scope on it. I looked through the scope and I said to her, "That's a walrus maid!"

I grabbed my 22 rifle and headed up by George Brown's house. The walrus was swimming up the harbour and I figured I would be able to get a good shot at him from there. When I got up by George's place, Darren Poole was there. He had also seen the walrus swimming up the harbour. Darren had a 30/30 rifle with him. Darren fired at the walrus. He hit the walrus but the bullet just bounced off of him. I got my 22 and took a shot at him and again the bullet just bounced off. Darren reloaded and took another shot and this time he aimed for the side of the walrus's head. it was a direct hit and he managed to hit the walrus in the side of the head. The bullet did little damage. The walrus was bleeding only a small bit from the side of its head, it was hardly noticeable.