Memory Research Paper

Memories There is nothing like waking up to a loud buzzing alarm clock at four in the morning to go duck hunting after you just got home from a football game at midnight. In fact, this is the only occasion where I ever wake up this early. I have been hunting ducks since age eight and plan to do it until my body can no longer take the late evenings and early mornings. I roll out of bed and look at the time, hoping that my clock lied to me and I can sleep for another hour. Quickly I find out, to my dismay, that my clock is in fact not wrong, but right on time. I reach for the snooze button, but decide against it knowing that my grandpa is probably outside already eagerly waiting to go. I roll out of bed, walk downstairs, and into my dad’s
(He always takes a shower, though I don’t understand why he needs to smell good in a duck blind.) I open up the bread bag and start preparing sandwiches for the days’ hunt. Today we will be going to Tilson Creek, a spot that has always proven to be filled with birds. I pack the days’ food and drinks into our cooler and head to the entry way where I see my coveralls, boots, hat, and gloves waiting for me on the table. I slip into my gear and head out to the garage where our gun safe is. As I open the safe my nose tickles as the sweet smell of gun powder discharges from the safe. I grab my Benelli Nova shotgun and my box of shells and head to the end of the driveway where my grandpa has been anxiously waiting, “For the past twenty minutes.” I load up the gear and hop into the back seat as I watch my dad hobble out of the door in full gear. Looking out the window on our way to the creek I see nothing but pure darkness, an almost calming effect. I start to doze off in a deep sleep when my dad wakes me up and says, “We’re here.” I get out of the truck and take off all the straps on the boat. My grandpa backs it in, we take it off the trailer, and he drives away to go
Luckily for me the drive today isn’t as long as the two mile trek to our spot in Black Bay. Moments later we arrive and start un-winding decoys and dropping them in the water, making the perfect “U” shape so the ducks have a spot to land. I realize that in a few hours I am going to have to reach my hand into the blistering cold water to pick them up again, but that is okay because these days are by far my favorite of the year, these days I get to spend time with my dad and grandfather doing something that we all love to