Sitting in the snow freezing and wet
is not the way most kids would want
to spend their day off of school. I
am 5' 11", 180 lbs. and don't get
cold very easily. I have brown hair.
My companion star is my black lab. She
is 80 pounds. We were duck hunting.
Was it worth it?
On my way up the main channel, with
snow blowing in my face and fingers
already turning numb from the freezing
temperature. I pulled into a small bay
formed by the surrounding cattails.
Setting up my decoys was cold. The freezing
water sent a chill through my insulated
waiters and up my spine. After camouflaging
my boat , we sat and waited for daylight
Enduring the cold, it starts to get
light. My dog that was once black is
now white. My hands are freezing. The
silence is broken by a faint wind against
the cattails. Star's jaw is clicking
together in a shivering order. It's
snowing so heavily that when I do see
a duck it disappears quickly into the
thick cloud of snow. I see it. A green
wing teal in the distance swimming towards
my decoys. Moving swift and gracefully
in front of me. I sat and waited for
awhile. It started to swim away so I
jumped up, made a noise so it flew up,
and pulled the trigger on my gun. It
fell out of the sky so peacefully, so
lifeless, and weight less as it plummeted
to the surface of the water. Everything
was calm seeing the dead duck floating
on the still water.
I slowly set my gun down. Star is
just sitting with her tail wagging.
Her dark brown eyes drove into mine
as I said, " Fetch it up!"
She dashed out of the boat. Nothing
could hold her back. Her excitement
level was very high. As she broke through
the calm water the marsh seemed to be
alive. She happily brought me a decoy.
Laughing to myself I sent her out again,
and she got it right. She brought me
back my duck. " Drop it,"
I said and her jaws opened releasing
the duck into my hands. It laid limp
in my hands. I thought to myself, "
it's amazing how God created every species
of duck different, and how we get the
thrill, and pleasure of hunting them."
The duck was a prize in my hand. I was
deeply appreciative. I set it next to
my seat, and I sat some more. After
not seeing anything for a while. I knew
it was time to go. I was dreading taking
in my decoys. The cold water would only
make my hands colder.
I jumped into the freezing water.
It was cold. With every decoy I pulled
in, my hands froze. My hands were so
cold I lost all physical strength in
them. I could barley grasp the head
of my decoy to put it in the boat. The
snow started to let up. My hands were
hurting. The only comfort I had was
my dog's fur coat. Somehow I managed
to get all the decoys in the boat. I
jumped into the boat and headed home.
It was worth it.