Personal Narrative: Duck Hunting

I woke up at 4:38 a.m. to a call from my buddy Whit, and he said he was on his way to pick me up so we can go duck hunting. The dark morning sky was cold and wet. Fighting to get out of my bed, I finally had the courage to get ready after sitting there for ten minutes. I woke up too tired because of my stupid mistake of staying up too late the night before. Awakened now and ready to go, I looked at my weather app to look at the specific temperature, and it appeared to be 21 degrees with a light breeze. I knew it would be colder on the water, so I dressed properly covered in camouflage, warm gear. I grabbed my gun and bullets, and the day was on as I shut the door quietly, not wanting to wake my sleeping mom.
The morning was changing

tremendously as the temperature slowly rose and the sky finally showed a little light. Our first and only pit-stop was Coosa Corner. We stopped to get a biscuit and drink, and off we went to go kill some ducks. After eating and talking about the weather, we arrived to the the field. We unloaded the dogs and RZR as quiet as possible, grabbed our guns and hand warmers, and went down to the water.
After many mud holes and long, hilly trails, we made it to our blind. Walking up the wet and muddy hill from the thunderstorm the night before, we came upon a beautiful sunrise. We had the feeling that we were going to have a great, successful morning. As we rushed to the blind and got settled, we were only there for a few seconds before we heard the sound of mallards flying above us.
After we finished with business, the morning was flying by faster than the blink of an eye. The water was getting warmer and the sky was getting brighter with the rising sun. The temperature was now at 32 degrees, and wind was blowing harder. The ducks were loving the weather, but the dogs were loving it even more! We were getting ready to wrap up the hunt for the morning when all of a sudden, another whole flock of ducks came swooping in. We got our guns ready, and were waiting for them to land on top of the dark, cool water where are decoys lay. Seconds later, we were done waiting. We jumped out of our seats and suddenly all the birds flew in all different directions through the blue sky. We ended up with four ducks and one goose.
After all the action was over with, we had reached the limit, and sadly had to wrap up the hunt when the weather was at its best. The sunny sky had warmed up the air and the water, and the ducks were going crazy. We were sad for the morning hunt to have to come to an end, but overall we had a great morning of duck hunting, and came up very successful with great weather and ducks flying. After loading up the excited dogs and the RZR, we drove home with a smile on our face, already planning another trip.