Daddy has got a little buckshot in his foot from a recent duck hunt, and he's vowed to never go again for as long he lives. His beloved wife had made him take Baby Snooks along. At 5am, they were huddled in a flat bottom boat in the duck blind with a shotgun across his knees. It was a bit chilly and was starting to rain, so Baby Snooks began to chatter because she was cold and bored.