This is a great story about the HAY Flats from what many consider Americas Greatest outdoor writer who lived in the Mat-su valley and experienced the flats since 1918. This story takes place around World War II. It is called "SKYFUL of BRIGHT WINGS".Git set, " Tex warned Doc. "Here comes the first bunch o'them big ice bustin', blizzard-bangin' ducks ya been hollerin'fer." "Qu-ack, qu-ack, w-hutt, w-hutt, w-hutt! " Doc called lustily. They were Mallards and they were coming in from the drab tidal flats, beating strongly into the hard offshore wind, their vividly patched wings flashing in the morning sunlight. They looked as large as geese as they began circling warily just out of range, turning their heads from side to side, staring down at our spread of decoys. You could see they were northern ducks in full winter plumage, the heads, necks and breasts of the drakes dark and gleaming, as if they'd had a copper-and-jet wash. When they had circled us three times, they swung back downwind and headed in, wings set for a landing outside the decoys in true dipper-duck fashion. At the last moment, as they were braking down to kill their speed, just starting to reach out with their orange feet, we stood up and opened fire. Doc and I got two apiece with our twin-bores, but Tex, strictly an automatic fancier, downed three. STORY WILL BE CONTINUED and will prove just how the flats were then before the earthquake and as many of believe is just as good now. This story will dispel many myths about the flats.