WHAT IT IS
Every September Mildred Duck takes a solo flight along one of the most dangerous flyways in Canada. Fly low, fly with your tail feathers to the sun and fly as thin as possible are the three tenets ducks live by. She takes this treacherous journey as an act of defiance, and to keep the memory alive of her own brush with death.
Mildred was shot in her first year along the shores of Georgian Bay. She was practising the three tenets when she noticed a portly, city fella aiming his easy rifle recklessly in the air. She dipped even lower moments before hearing the thunder, but a couple of stray buck shots tore through her left foot and into her underbelly.
She remembers little of the decent; it was haphazard and desperate, but she managed to put her self down in some bulrushes. She knew the golden domestic wolf she spotted from the air would be on her soon; she decided open water was her best bet. Her progress was slow and she knew it was all over when the shaggy grinning fool found her. He approached like a lizard, flat on his belly, the stupid tail wagging and frothy drool dripping out of its mouth. As it rose up to pounce, a second wolf came out of nowhere and a ferocious fight ensued. Mildred didn’t stick around to exchange pleasantries. As the brawl escalated, she slipped unnoticed into the water.
WHAT IT IS NOT
As soon as Samantha touched down she saw Davey Doucet speeding up the runway, his pickup truck on a fast and steady trajectory toward her airplane. Within minutes she got the gist of what was going on and was back in the air looking for the truck from Louisiana.
Samantha was a skilled rescue pilot and quickly set up a grid search pattern emanating from Offley’s farm. She cruised the area for over an hour but saw no sign of the truck and decided he was long gone. On her return trip she brought the plane down to eight hundred feet to watch a monster flock of Canada geese land on a nearby lake. As she flew parallel to the flock, a helicopter appeared below her not more than a hundred feet away. She pulled up hard and banked away from the intruder using curse words she didn’t know lived in her vocabulary. The helicopter had the distinct markings of INSECT on the fuselage and seemed to be following the geese.