My first Duck Hunt

My first duck hunt took place October of 1998. My first hunt did not take place with my dad or grandpa. My first duck hunt was with one of my friends and his dad. The hunt started at 4:30am on a Saturday morning. I went over to my friends house and we loaded up the boat and headed to the swamp. The swamp we hunted at was located about 20 miles south of my hometown. The day was very cold and rainy, Great duck hunting weather! We arrived at our swamp and launched our boat. My friend got the task of rowing us out to the spot where we were going to see if I could get my first duck at. At about 6:30 am the ducks were flying and I was getting very excited to have the opportunity to shoot my first duck. My friend and his dad called in the ducks and then the steel started to fly. They were knocking down ducks left and right and I was not. If you have never tried shooting at a moving target with a shotgun it is very tuff. My first shot I missed by a long shot, but I kept on trying and finally after unloading my gun about 3 times I got my first duck. It was a mallard, the nicest looking duck I have ever shot. After shooting my first duck then I had more confidence shooting at the ducks. We ended up with 10 ducks between the 3 of us, which I thought was terrific. I shot 2 of the 10. We ended our hunt around noon that day and headed back to town. I was so happy that I had shot my first duck and felt very lucky as well. I continued to hunt throughout high school and got away from it up until last year. I didn't have as much luck as I hoped for my first year back but maybe this year I will have a little better luck. I hope to have a story about my first grouse hunt next week or maybe a story about a successful duck hunt this week. We will just have to wait until next week.