Hunting We Will Go

My father took my brothers and I pheasant hunting several times when we were young,back then in our own minds we were the great white hunters of San Joaquin valley. But really what was so hard about walking through cotton fields a couple a hundred feet long from start to finish with a brother,on your left,and a brother in law on your right. We'd reach the end of the cotton field,the pheasant had nowhere else to go but straight up in the air,to get away from us. I could never understand why that was such a special sport, to me it wasn't a sport it was simply killing birds which were running for there life. One year Greg my brother inlaw and I decided to try our luck at duck hunting this is how it went .

We finally pulled into the empty fields where the duck hunt would start at day break, Greg owned a datsun pickup up truck with a small camper shell on the back of it, we climbed in the back of the truck and slept for an hour or two before hunting season began. The lonesome quack of an old mallard hen bouncing off the water and the whistling wings of fluttering water fowl circling the decoys filled the blinds with anxious excitement for those who were brave enough to venture into wet predawn cold. Suddenly the area became alive with a chorus of raspy quacks and feed chuckles. The soft splashes of ducks rippling the water. Greg and I had wanted to do this for a long time we were but only sixteen or maybe seventeen but still excited to try out our luck.

There were more ducks simply falling out of the sky that we knew what to do with, I still think most of ducks weren't ours but we were picking them up as they fell in front of us. Greg was shooting and I was worried of being shot so I was trying to stay low soon we bagged our limit six a piece if I remember right. The hunting was actually over before we new it, the more advanced hunters had the advantage over us they were in the water behind a blind with a dog to, fetch the fallen birds but we didn't have a dog we were just hunkered down behind some bushes.

At the end of the day I began looking at the ducks lying in the back of the truck motionless just simply dead. I also noticed their beautiful colors weren't as brilliant as they were earlier. Thinking to myself I decided they were actually priettier in the sky when they were doing what came naturally it was quite an expieriance for me one that I'll never expierience again as far as I care .

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