The Final Day of Duck Season

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Open Poetry #47

The Final Day of Duck Season

Pweisbrod
Junior Member

since 2011-10-14

Posts 27

0 posted 2011-11-29 09:22 AM

the smell of the air is crisp
the wind is strong
and from the northwest
it's raining lightly,
as if it's raining heavy somewhere else
and this is just the mists from the lazier clouds

it's cold
so cold that putting out decoys
makes the joints in my fingers hurt
hurt to contract or expand
while I continue putting out decoys
one by one

We set out the mallards, widgeon, and even some canadas
but nothing comes in
The birds are wary. Three honkers consider it,
but the wind is beneath their wings
so they continue to fly south.
One drake mallard flys high and slow into the wind,
and changes his mind and continues on.

So we wait.
Wait in the cold,
And we don't shoot once.

So we pick up decoys,
clean out the blind
get ready for winter.
And as we reach the top of the hill,
I look at the lake.
And three nice drakes, cup right in.
Releasing air from under their wings
skidding to a stop 40 yards from the blind.

But that's duck hunting.

Too strung out on compliments, overdosed on confidence.

JL
Member Ascendant

since 2004-04-01

Posts 6128
Texas, USA

1 posted 2011-11-29 09:25 AM

LOL!!
Hahaaaaaa, been there.
Excellent write!
Gota have a sense of humor, those darn ducks are just too smart.

JL

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

EmmaRose
Senior Member

since 2011-03-02

Posts 1376
Midwest

2 posted 2011-11-29 11:59 AM

Glad to say I'm a vegan

ice
Member Elite

since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

3 posted 2011-11-29 04:47 PM

OMG P...this is good stuff.
Thoughts come sailing-setting their wings in my mind...I am 14 years old in a duck blind with my uncle. It is raining and somehow he keeps his perodi lit..Bluebills cup their wings..he steadies me..
"too far out" I hunker down...and wait.

Love this poem! Thanks for the memories.

[This message has been edited by ice (11-29-2011 06:28 PM).]

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

4 posted 2011-11-29 06:08 PM

A pleasure to read...James

Pweisbrod
Junior Member

since 2011-10-14

Posts 27

5 posted 2011-11-30 12:19 PM

Thanks all.

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