My friends dad was an illegal market hunter for ducks during the depression. He had a browning A5 instead of a punt gun and plied his trade on the great South Bay on Long Island. He supplied south shore restaurants with ducks. ( he also captained a fishing trawler for many decades…him and his buddies were sea cowboys doing whatever needed to be done to feed his family including rum running in the 20s)
He died in ‘79 and spoke of punt guns of his youth and how they were used
Did he ever take you out on those low-lying salt marsh islands there?