Day 30 of The 100 Day Poetry Project
This is a true memory of duck hunting with my dad and brother. I was probably 7 or 8 years old and my brother was 6 or 7. The year probably 1974 or 75. I remember putting the decoys in the water and it seemed like forever we sat in the boat waiting for a bird to fly by. It was probably 2-3 hours. I can't remember if we got a bird or not, I don't think it matters. It's the experience that is important and the memories we made that day. Thanks, Dad.
