For those of you who don't know, I am a hunting fellow. It runs in the family, and I'm damn glad (and damn proud) that it does. We are a dying breed, which really saddens me, but I will do my best to get my children into hunting (and fishing) when I have them. As hunters, me and my father do a lot of stuff to make sure we can hunt. We go to the Ducks Unlimited banquets, donate money to make sure that the wildlife that we admire is around for future generations. We go out to local farms and make sure that our long standing deals with them are still intact so that we can try and harvest a few whitetails in December. We own a membership at a game farm, Lazy Acres, where we scratch hunt and have a lot of good times trying to get the pheasants. We own and train our dogs to fetch the things when get them, and all around we have a fine time. One of the main problems people have with hunting is that it doesn't give the animal a fair chance, and I'm going to tell you that is a load of BS, case in point, last night.
Youth Duck Day, my last one, is a fine day when the young hunter alone can have a crack at that waterfowl I love so much. Me and my father packed up the boat and headed out to the lake in the late afternoon, and it took us a bit over an hour to get in there proper. For those of you who don't know how duck hunting works, you load a boat up with your decoys, shells, gun and dog, you speed across the lake towards the shallow, mucky parts where the algae has grown thick and you set down a few decoys here and there. The ducks like to land back there in groups to feed, it's really quite interesting to watch them. Then you find a good clump of reeds and jam the boat into it so the ducks can't see you from overhead so good. You blow on your calls, and if your lucky a flock of them will see the decoys and come in low to land amongst them. You have to shoot them over the water (And away from the reeds or the dog can't get them and the ducks wasted), and in the air (Shooting them sitting is just awful, unsportsmanlike conduct), and the shotguns you use aren't really the longest range.
With this in mind, I got absolutely no kills last night. They were all over the place. Me and my father simultaneously said, "Holy ****!" when we saw a flock of thirty or so swoop over head. It was beautiful, I can't describe how amazing it was. They just never came low enough over the water for me to shoot. The few shots I did get at them were sabotaged by my own stupidity of loading the wrong shells in, but next time I go out I figure we'll get some kills. The trouble was, there weren't enough hunters out there to shake them loose, just another piece of evidence that mine is a dying breed. It was alright though, I got some fresh air, enjoyed nature, saw a sight few will ever have the pleasure to see (nearly brings me to tears thinking about it), got the dog out (She's getting on in years and it's good to give her some fun), and all around enjoyed myself. Not only that, but it hit me with duck fever, and it'll be good to get my aim straight before we head out for pheasants.
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