It’s sunrise. I’m crouched in my blind, searching the yellow sky. There’s a flock of ducks passing me and my retriever, Sadie. Bang! Got one. Bang! Got another. Bang! Missed. I could have had my whole dinner right there, except that my gun can only hold three shells (see Washington Department of Fish & Wildlife regulations, page 28).
How come those ducks are protected better by federal regulations than my kids in school?
Joseph A. Stone, Auburn