shots starting going off all around me
Kelly D. Price | Contributor
It was 5:00 on a cold morning in the Moro, Arkansas, and duck season was in full swing. I put on my camo pants and rubber boots and headed down the hall to meet up with the rest of the hunters and to have my morning coffee.
It was quiet out, aside from the occasional muffled, excited whines from the dogs in their kennels. I could see star filled sky in the early dawn sky.
“Good duck weather,” a hunter said as he passed by sipping his coffee. Amidst the coffee mugs and quiet laughter, I felt a little out of place I’m a deer hunter and never ever thought about shooting a duck. I was the only guy there that never duck hunted before, the professional hunters surrounding me talking and giving me some great advice on how to maximize the chance.
Duck hunting was much different from deer hunting, THERE IS NO TALKING in deer hunting, but duck hunting is way more social.
After coffee, Jimmy told me to get loaded up with shells, he stepped right into his wetsuit, routine. I was thinking great even the dogs was more experienced than I was. I went to give him a pet, but he would have none of it. This was his Super Bowl he wanted to show me that he was going be ready to take care of the business of the day.
The twenty-minute ride in the side-by-side felt like forever as we drove to the duck blind. Mud being slung all over. Once I got to the edge of the lake then started to walk out on the small walking bridge over the cold lake water to the duck blind I was thinking I could sleep in the bed. The weight of the shells in my belt and the constant zig-zagging of the hunting dogs under me didn’t help. Rays of morning sunlight were just coming up in the east, and I could start to make out the lake continuing past the blind.
Everyone had a different theory on how to be ready, in position, after sunrise to get them. They ranged from types of boots worn and limiting the number of hunters to extending the shooting time by an hour or even later. Duck hunting was much different from deer hunting, THERE IS NO TALKING in deer hunting, but duck hunting is way more social.
It was at that moment I noticed the duck caller was trying to bring the ducks into range with a series of calls. Champ had seen them, too, and he was aching to dive in the cold water. Shortly after we got in position, shots starting going off all around me and the birds started to drop.
“On the right,” Paul yelled. I was shooting, Champ jumped out the box like a rocket. My eyes returned to the sky as I started to pick out the ducks. Among the clumsy, slow-flying ducks I’d catch a glimpse of something more graceful, more aerodynamic, fighter jets in a sky full of gliders, swooping in and out, flaring up. It was amazing. I caught one early, shouldered my gun, fired.
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Kelly D. Price
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On that cold morning in Moro Arkansas everything in this world has changed for me, growing up hunting squires, deer, coons and fishing this duck hunting added another hunting season for me. One constant I can always count on is cold mornings on the lake where the birds always fly. I cherish the days I get to spend out on the lake with my gun, a dog, good friends and the ducks. There’s nothing like it in the world.