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A Shivering Hunt
Every year starting on October 2nd begins a new year for the North Carolina duck-hunting season. A tradition like hobby my dad and me have done since I can remember, it is a rush like no other and a beautiful scene every morning. Being on the water while the moon is still visible waiting on the sunrise to break the horizon, felling the chills of the cold crisp air almost taking your breath away and hearing the sounds of the swamp and rivers come to life.
The hunts were always amazing even if it meant leaving the water empty handed until the morning of December 12th 2016. This was going to be a great morning the weather was perfect for the ducks. A chilling thirteen degrees, as we made way in our boat to what we call the railway where the birds always fly. My adrenalin was pumping as the morning air took my breath away but this wouldn’t be the only thing to do so. In the boat was my dad, me of course along with out two shotguns, several boxes of shells, our life jackets, trolling motor with the battery attached and the gas motor. Little did we know that we would be returning with none of this except the boat one gun and a paddle.
As we got to our spot my dad said to me, “son lean off and tie us to this cypress tree coming up” we happened to bring our smaller ten foot boat this morning to work our way in tighter spots on the water. As I leaned over so did he and that’s when everything went down hill. I remember seeing my reflection as I was heading face first into the black freezing water, I surfaced gasping for air along with my dad doing the same trying to break free of our waders as they had filled with water pulling us down. My father grabbed my and threw me onto the bank while dragging himself up as we looked back to see everything we had was either floating downstream our now resting on the bottom of the river. No longer did I have a adrenaline rush but I felt like I was going into shock, I had never in my life been so cold.
Somehow we were able to retrieve one paddle and our boat with the gas motor and my shotgun. Everything else would never be seen again. We rushed back to the boat landing that was over a mile away, I sat there freezing and shivering like never before as the cold air was truly taking my breath away now. We finally made it back after all of this and I was so happy to see the truck and even more happy to feel the hot heat blowing from the inside of the truck.
The lesson we took from this experience was no matter how long you’ve been doing something things can still take a turn for the worse. Always be prepared for the worse just in case and while in a small boat never lean to the same side as the person you’re with the results of this are not good. We will still continue to hunt every season we can but we took this as a lesson and most of all another memory made together.
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