As we place the decoys down,

And find a high defined area of corn to settle in.
The decoys to the right  of me and my dad.
To the right of  my uncle and brother.
As we start to call and lure them in.
Waiting for that one not so smart not so lucky duck.
Quiet and as calm as can be.
Then one appears coming out of the corn stacks.
Its coming are way
Lowering and lowering
Getting in better and better range.
As it flies over us
We pop up
Ready,aim,fire
The strong heavy fire now
Coming to life
It kicks back and lets out a sound a very loud sound.
The duck jumps Scared,startled,vulnerable.
Everything stops except the  bullet whizzing through the air.
“CRACK’’
Of the landed bullet.
As we watch the duck as it
Let out its last breath
Last nosie
Last heart beat
Then  it starts to fall,
Slowly gaining more and more speed.
“THUMP”
When it hits the ground
The ground hard as a rock.
As we walk up to the fallen duck.
That one not so smart not so lucky duck
Lying there lifeless,still,calm
gazing up at the sky.
Amazed at what just happend.