My First Duck Hunting

I look up and see a group of little dots coming over the trees then, “Boom, Boom, and Boom”. This experience was from the first time I was Duck Hunting. That was about 4 years ago and I still do it today. It will be a memory I will never forget. The morning of the Duck Hunt was unlike any other. I was now 9 years old and can finally shoot instead of watch my dad. I woke up at 5:00 o’clock in the morning in order to get to the pond at the right time. As much as I was tried I was still excited to shoot my first duck. I rolled out of bed and at a quick snack. As I was eating I heard the roar of a motor. My Dad was cranking up the Four Wheeler for us to drive to the battle field. I finished eating and hopped onto the machine. We shot off in the darkness like a rocket. With my gun in hand travel at speeds of thirty to forty miles an hour I felt like nothing could stop me. As we drove through the woods I thought about lining up that perfect shot, so that I could kill my first duck.
It was time.
The A.T.V. came to a jolting stop as we had made it to the Duck Pond. I hopped off, grabbed my gun, ammo, and was ready. We walked down towards the blind in the pitch-black darkness. My dad told me to put on my waders and throw out the Wood Duck decoys. I did that with great pride. Then I strutted over to the Duck Blind and loaded my twelve gauge shotgun. The sun slowly creeped over the trees like cat stoking prey. Suddenly, there was a sound. It was the sound of a whistle, but it was actually a Wood Duck. A flock of three soared over the trees coming right for me. I shot up and threw the crosshairs in the direction of the duck. I took a deep breath then pulled the trigger. Fire shot out of the end of the barrel like water bursting out a pipe. Then the bird fell and
“Splash”. After the hunt everybody ate homemade bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits. After that I jumped on the golf cart and zoomed over to the pond to round up the rest of the ducks shot that morning. We came to the back of the pond and I walked in with my waders on. I walked through the pond towards the blind where it all went down. Then I saw it. It was my very first duck. I was so happy that I grabbed the duck and sprinted back to the cart. I held up my trophy and my dad took a picture of my first duck on my first hunt. In conclusion, this was a memorable experience because it changed my life. After having that experience I want to go into the outdoors more. Now I loving hunting and fishing more than I did before. I also learned to appreciate what is given to me. This experienced changed my life because I will keep hunting until I can’t hunt anymore.