It is like this...

By Shawn Wulff

When we go duck hunting it is like this.

Cold and tiring mornings still full of anticipation and excitement.

Ducks are flying but it is to dark to fire.

You can hear the whistle of their wings as they pass overhead.

The sun rises as we raise our guns.

Soon we are warm and our hearts are thumping.

Our gun barrels are too hot to touch.

We fill out and pick up the decoys.

Soon we are back home and eating our kill on the grill.