Like many another Midwesterner, 17-year-old Gerald Tarras of Winona, Minn., went hunting last week. With his father, his brother Ray, his black Labrador retriever, and a friend, Bill Wernecke, he made his way to the bottoms where the Mississippi, having left Lake Pepin, spreads out through countless bayous of marshland, surrounds innumerable small islands. These are the ancient hunting grounds of the Sioux, lying for miles on both sides of Winona along the river—a country of sloughs and thickets providing perfect ambushes, and lying in the natural flyway of southbound ducks.
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