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.
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