my first duck hunting experience

this story happened about ten years ago. Lived in a military town and half the inhabitants constantly went hunting for ducks. Every time they called for hunting, but there was no time, then desires. The neighbor said once you will go and will tighten up you will buy a gun and you will constantly drive on ducks. And that's how it happened a lot of days off and the neighbor persuaded to go hunting. Hunted on the lakes (I would call them a swamp) kilometers from the house. The fees were simple: meals for three days, a snack for 3 booze, vodka 2 liters in person. Departure early, at 4 am, something to catch the dawn.
As soon as they left the campus (drove by two cars) a stop at the store (they forgot something) and each took 2 liters of beer, then I realized that the hunt will only be tomorrow. We arrived at 7 turned the town ate and began to celebrate the arrival and opening of the season according to the old Russian tradition, accompanied by shots into the air and empty bottles. So evening came and there was no hunting for ducks. In the morning the most part got up at 5 am as cucumbers, I was in shock as if no one was drinking. I was given a gun of one of the refused to go to the ducks and we moved to the place where they are many (on the assurances experienced). It did not turn out to be close, and all along the swamp. On the way, I am instructed as the youngest and as I explain for the first time, I saw a flying duck threw up a rifle aimed and shot. Everything must be done quickly, until it flew away. I remember everything, and here we with a neighbor come to the reeds, he whispers "Look carefully now they will fly." And here rustle and straight from under the feet of a small duck breaks down. I, as taught, threw up the gun and fired (Th there aims to meter 3 to the duck), there is the first trophy. A neighbor claps on the shoulder with a kind of initiative, I have euphoria looking for prey in the reeds. when I found a long time thinking about what to do about it. The rain got into the duck and opened inside it from the duck there were only wings and a head. All evening I was the hero of all jokes, the next day I was already experienced and brought home 3 or 4 ducks. Meat of wild ducks can not be compared to anything, and when this meat you got yourself is just super. In reality, if you once went hunting, you will catch up for life.