Hillary's Claim to Duck Hunting Fame is getting some notice tonight... I thought I'd dig a little deeper to see when and where this tale has been told. I'm left thinking... this doesn't pass the sniff test.
It popped up in Wisconsin: Video Here
"I’ve hunted. My father taught me how to hunt. I went duck hunting in Arkansas. I remember standing in that cold water, so cold, at first light. I was with a bunch of my friends, all men. The sun’s up, the ducks are flying and they are playing a trick on me. They said, ‘we’re not going to shoot, you shoot.’ They wanted to embarrass me. The pressure was on. So I shot, and I shot a banded duck and they were surprised as I was," Clinton said drawing laughter from the crowd.
Digging a little deeper, one finds the story even harder to believe... from Hillary's own HillaryProject
McDaniel said he'd been duck hunting in East Arkansas for decades and had never nabbed a banded duck. He wondered if Hillary would be kind enough to tell that story.
"She threw her head back and laughed," McDaniel told me. "She recalled standing in freezing cold water and the ducks flew by. She said all the men just put down their guns and stood back and told her it was her shot."
She called it a lucky shot.
I've heard of circumstances when one of the accomplished shootists performs the actual killing while the unsuspecting novice fires, so intent on his or her uncertain aim as to be unaware of the real assassin. I'm not saying that happened here. Hillary writes that she had shot guns as a youth. I don't even know why I brought it up.
The fellow hunters are named:
the late Dr. Frank Kumpuris of Little Rock and his doctor sons, Drew and Dean
Here is how Hillary wrote of the event in her book, page 121
I loved Chelsea’s growing assertiveness, though it wasn’t always convenient. Around Christmas, 1988, I went duck hunting with Dr. Frank Kumpuris, a distinguished surgeon and good friend of mine, who invited me to join him, his two doctor sons, Drew and Dean, and a few other buddies at their hunting cabin. I hadn’t shot much since my days at Lake Winola with my dad, but I thought it would be fun. That’s how I found myself standing hip deep in freezing water, waiting for dawn in eastern Arkansas. When the sun rose, the ducks flew overhead and I made a lucky shot, hitting a banded duck. When I got home, Chelsea was waiting for me, outraged to wake up and learn that I had left home before dawn to go "kill some poor little duck’s mommy or daddy." My efforts at explain-ing were futile. She didn’t speak to me for a whole day.
Notice how with Tuzla, the facts simply get deeper and more detailed? I also note, there was this today from Hillary Clinton's Campaign:
After a weekend spent making direct appeals to gun owners and church goers, Hillary Clinton said Sunday a query about the last time she fired a gun or attended church services "is not a relevant question in this debate" over Barack Obama’s recent comments on small town Americans.
Well, we know when it was, it's in the book, Christmas 1988. Hillary shot a banded duck, something rare and worth celebrating as any hunter could tell you it's considered a trophy.
One last thing... in 1988, Duck Hunting Season was Nov 21-Dec 18 then Dec 26-Jan 1st... Keep that in mind if they ever do come up with a date certain.
If Hillary did Shoot a Duck, first shot out the blind, and his the elusive Banded Duck she claims, surely, photos better than the below exist.
H/T assyrian64