This morning my father, stepmother, and I were watching ducks and Canada geese flying over the Platte River. My father made a comment about how he and my grandfather used to go duck hunting and laughed about folks who would "arkansas" ducks. My stepmother and I didn't say anything in reply. "Do you know what it means to arkansas ducks? "Uh, no." "It's when you shoot them when they're on the water."