The Wicked Waterfowl Weekend
It was October 24, 2009, on a cold morning. My dad and I had wakened up at 5 am. We had been waiting for my cousin to pick us up to take us to his favorite duck hunting spot. We hopped in the pickup with my cousin and we started out toward Emmett. We had been talking a lot on our way out there catching up with my cousin I hadn't seen in awhile. As we arrive in Emmett we stopped at the first gas station that we knew sold hunting licenses. All three of us went inside talked with the clerk about hunting for a bit, then we all received our hunting licenses and migratory bird stamps. At this point, we were all legal and ready to slay some ducks. We pulled over off the side of the highway and my cousin jumped out and opened a gate to access the spot we were going to hunt. I felt nervous. I hadn’t shot my gun since I’ve had it. I wasn't sure how it would go. We drove on a dirt road for about 2 miles then he stopped the pickup put in park and said: “Let's go get ‘em, boys.”
We grabbed all the decoys, put our waders on, and loaded our shotguns. Then we headed down to the creek, to me it looked more like a canal. We threw all the decoys out into …show more content…
That's when they informed us I'd have to get internal stitches along with external stitches. To start off the whole process they cleaned the wound then grabbed a needle and gave me 4 shots of numbing medicine on each corner of the cut. That was one of the most nerve-wracking things I've experienced, the needle was about 2 inches from my eyeball and every time he’d give me a shot I start to cringe but I couldn't close my eyes or it would stretch the cut and make it start bleeding again. Then they began stitching with 5 inside the cut and 20 holding the cut closed. Before I knew it I was done and on my
It was October 24, 2009, on a cold morning. My dad and I had wakened up at 5 am. We had been waiting for my cousin to pick us up to take us to his favorite duck hunting spot. We hopped in the pickup with my cousin and we started out toward Emmett. We had been talking a lot on our way out there catching up with my cousin I hadn't seen in awhile. As we arrive in Emmett we stopped at the first gas station that we knew sold hunting licenses. All three of us went inside talked with the clerk about hunting for a bit, then we all received our hunting licenses and migratory bird stamps. At this point, we were all legal and ready to slay some ducks. We pulled over off the side of the highway and my cousin jumped out and opened a gate to access the spot we were going to hunt. I felt nervous. I hadn’t shot my gun since I’ve had it. I wasn't sure how it would go. We drove on a dirt road for about 2 miles then he stopped the pickup put in park and said: “Let's go get ‘em, boys.”
We grabbed all the decoys, put our waders on, and loaded our shotguns. Then we headed down to the creek, to me it looked more like a canal. We threw all the decoys out into …show more content…
That's when they informed us I'd have to get internal stitches along with external stitches. To start off the whole process they cleaned the wound then grabbed a needle and gave me 4 shots of numbing medicine on each corner of the cut. That was one of the most nerve-wracking things I've experienced, the needle was about 2 inches from my eyeball and every time he’d give me a shot I start to cringe but I couldn't close my eyes or it would stretch the cut and make it start bleeding again. Then they began stitching with 5 inside the cut and 20 holding the cut closed. Before I knew it I was done and on my