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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Nature & Wildlife
- Published: 12/16/2015
The Duck Hunt
It was early on that very cold November morning. I could see my breath in the crisp, dry air. The sun was still rising and turned the sky red, orange, yellow, pink, and blue. There was not a cloud in the sky.
My best friend Brendan and I were duck hunting like we normally did every weekend during duck season. It was our favorite time of the year because there is nothing better than sitting in a duck blind with your best friend and hunting.
“Hey Brendan you wanna start up some breakfast? I haven’t seen anything fly for a while and I am starving,” I said.
He agreed and we started up the grill for breakfast. As soon as we got our breakfast cooking we heard what sounded like millions of millions of ducks right next to us. We were sitting in a blind that was very close to a conservation area where the birds took refuge from all the hunters. We turned our heads and saw the most ducks I have ever seen in one place at one time.
I jumped up grabbed my gun and my calls. My gun barrel was still warm from shooting earlier that morning and burned my hand through my gloves, the wood on the stock and grip felt cold to the touch. The calls also felt cold and it took a little bit to warm them up so they sounded right.
When I started to call some ducks in, the adrenaline started to pulse through my veins and get me amped up. Brendan was finishing up breakfast when about a dozen ducks turned from the flock and took interest in what we were giving them. As they were getting closer my heart started to beat faster and faster with every second.
“Brendan, get ready, we’re about to shoot a lot. Don't shoot until I say. I want to get them as close as I can and then we’ll take em,’” I said.
They were almost basically on top of us when, out of nowhere, I heard the unmistakable sound of a shotgun and looked over to where Brendan had been standing. To my surprise, he started to shoot at the ducks before I had told him to. After the first gunshot that came from the gun of my best friend everything went crazy. The ducks freaked out and started to fly everywhere and Brendan just kept on shooting until he ran out of shells loaded into his gun. I had only one choice and that was to shoulder my gun and start shooting at what was left.
By the time I had dropped my calls and got my gun up and ready to shoot, there was only one lone duck left and I decided that I was going to do everything in my power to get him. Right when I looked down the sights a cold breeze of air hit me in the face. I got my sights on him and shot. I saw the smoke emit from the barrel of my gun after the one shot and saw the duck fall down to the water.
The smell of gunpowder filled the air along with the ringing in my ears from all the gunshots. Anger began to fill my body as I looked to my right at my friend. Smoke was still rising out of the barrel of his gun and he looked to be breathing really hard. He knew that he messed up because he did not even hit one duck even though he shot three times and even shot before I told him to. All that I could do was shake my head in disappointment and feel sorry for him.
The Duck Hunt(Tyler Prince)
The Duck Hunt
It was early on that very cold November morning. I could see my breath in the crisp, dry air. The sun was still rising and turned the sky red, orange, yellow, pink, and blue. There was not a cloud in the sky.
My best friend Brendan and I were duck hunting like we normally did every weekend during duck season. It was our favorite time of the year because there is nothing better than sitting in a duck blind with your best friend and hunting.
“Hey Brendan you wanna start up some breakfast? I haven’t seen anything fly for a while and I am starving,” I said.
He agreed and we started up the grill for breakfast. As soon as we got our breakfast cooking we heard what sounded like millions of millions of ducks right next to us. We were sitting in a blind that was very close to a conservation area where the birds took refuge from all the hunters. We turned our heads and saw the most ducks I have ever seen in one place at one time.
I jumped up grabbed my gun and my calls. My gun barrel was still warm from shooting earlier that morning and burned my hand through my gloves, the wood on the stock and grip felt cold to the touch. The calls also felt cold and it took a little bit to warm them up so they sounded right.
When I started to call some ducks in, the adrenaline started to pulse through my veins and get me amped up. Brendan was finishing up breakfast when about a dozen ducks turned from the flock and took interest in what we were giving them. As they were getting closer my heart started to beat faster and faster with every second.
“Brendan, get ready, we’re about to shoot a lot. Don't shoot until I say. I want to get them as close as I can and then we’ll take em,’” I said.
They were almost basically on top of us when, out of nowhere, I heard the unmistakable sound of a shotgun and looked over to where Brendan had been standing. To my surprise, he started to shoot at the ducks before I had told him to. After the first gunshot that came from the gun of my best friend everything went crazy. The ducks freaked out and started to fly everywhere and Brendan just kept on shooting until he ran out of shells loaded into his gun. I had only one choice and that was to shoulder my gun and start shooting at what was left.
By the time I had dropped my calls and got my gun up and ready to shoot, there was only one lone duck left and I decided that I was going to do everything in my power to get him. Right when I looked down the sights a cold breeze of air hit me in the face. I got my sights on him and shot. I saw the smoke emit from the barrel of my gun after the one shot and saw the duck fall down to the water.
The smell of gunpowder filled the air along with the ringing in my ears from all the gunshots. Anger began to fill my body as I looked to my right at my friend. Smoke was still rising out of the barrel of his gun and he looked to be breathing really hard. He knew that he messed up because he did not even hit one duck even though he shot three times and even shot before I told him to. All that I could do was shake my head in disappointment and feel sorry for him.
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