There's a book out called An Exultation of Larks; that being the old name for a flock of the birds—like a covey of quail or a flight of ducks. All this temptingly led us into inventing our own. How about an apology of trapshooters? Or a numb of duck hunters...a fib of fishermen. A stumbling of coonhunters. A stammer of bourbon fanciers. Or a frown of editors. A shriek of wives. Kind of fun, isn't it? Go ahead, try some, it'll help pass the time in the blind between flights. Just one more and I'll quit: an exaggeration of guides.
Guns and Ammo, 1970