Treasure Island

Dwayne Bailey

(03-08-1965 / San Pedro California)

Duck Hunting


Pitch black outside, ten below zero,
Man I am freezing cold;
My age is starting to creep up on me,
and boy am I feeling old.
But as the sky starts to lighten,
once black starts to turn blue;
My heart starts to beat a little faster,
my energy and strength are renewed.
Then I see the ducks in the distance,
take off for their morning flight;
I no longer notice the cold,
as I keep the ducks in my sight.
Slowly I start to call,
I see the ducks look my way;
Their checkin out my decoy spread,
and the safety that is displayed.
They circle once, they circle twice,
Then I see them cup their wings;
They are going to try and land,
oh what happiness this brings.
Ten feet or so from the water,
just before they land;
I bring my shotgun to my shoulder,
and steady it with my hands;
I squeeze the trigger slowly,
and let my steel shot fly;
My aim is true, my shot is perfect,
I watch the ducks fall from the sky.

Submitted: Monday, December 10, 2007
Edited: Friday, April 29, 2011

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  • Thad Wilk (12/10/2007 8:17:00 PM)

    Aaaaah decoys in place, a duck call the only sound, your finger is ready to squeeze
    off the first round.
    Makes you feel, like being there! Nice write Dwayne! !
    Thad (Report) Reply

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