As the ducks are migrating, they come under some heavy fire each time the approach a watering hole. Then they alight on the one patrolled by "Goofy" whom we just know couldn't hit a barn door with an Howitzer. It doesn't help that he can't tell the difference between his plastic lure and the real thing either! Pretty soon it's clear that he's no match for these ingenious feathered critters and if I'd been him, I'd just have gone home before pneumonia set in or he did himself an injury with his own shotgun! It's fine, this, but a bit too much predictable slapstick, dialogue and kazoo work for me. I reckon the ducks will come back next year!