Duck hunting is a curious enterprise. Most of the time, you're not alone. Instead, you're shoehorned into a tiny box of a blind, and you've already spent half the night with your buddy cursing in the garage over tangled decoy lines and apologizing to his wife for stepping on the cat's tail. Which woke the dog. Which woke the kids. Which means it's time to go. These partnerships evolve over time, like marriage. After a few years, you can complete your partner's thoughts. You bring an extra flashlight because he's so forgetful. He knows just how you like your coffee. If you start sharing the same toothbrush, don't tell me. Duck hunting is different because your sidekick is usually 3 feet away-a witness to your screwups and a silent sufferer of your behavioral quirks. We're all guilty of a few minor blunders, but we'll all have a better time-and shoot more ducks-if we strive to avoid these most egregious tactical mistakes and social faux pas.