We shoot and miss, laugh and curse, shoot again and miss again, and still the bluebills keep coming. Waves break over the deck, spilling cold water into the cockpit. Finally, we call a truce. French's buddy, Steve Plater, motors up, grinning through the flying foam. He's been keeping an eye on us from the 22-foot johnboat tender several hundred yards inshore. "Let's try the break wall," he suggests. We pull the decoys, hitch the layout boat to the tender and clamber aboard.