Duck Hunting Memories

January 10, 2012 by  

by Adam Brassfield

Do you remember the first time that you went duck hunting? Well I was thinking the other day about my first trip to the duck hole. It took me a minute but it started coming back to me, my duck hunting memories.

I was 9 years old growing up in Northeast Arkansas along the Mississippi River. My grandparents, Tommie and Nina James lived out in the country where it was a daily routine to go fishing in the summer, hunting in the fall, and winter. My first shotgun was given to me by my Uncle Barry when I was 7. It was a single shot 20 gauge. The first time I shot it at a squirrel it knocked me on my rear and I thought I saw stars there for a moment.

Duck Hunting Memories At Christmas one year my Dad bought me a 12 gauge pump that shot 2 ¾ inch shells and I was ready for duck hunting. My Uncles friend Randy had picked us up one cold sleeting morning at 3:30 in his old beat up Bronco. I distinctly remember getting to our duck blind before daylight and having breakfast with a bunch of old men that had been duck hunting for hundreds of years if you listen to them tell it. These were the type of men that if you blew your duck call the wrong way it was time to get a rope. I figured the best thing I could do is just pay attention and keep my gun on safety. As daylight broke I heard someone shout. “Its shootin’ time let them fly!” I actually shot the first duck that morning and it was my only duck that morning as all the adults begin to shoot their limits and mine. Lesson learned!

That is where this passion of mine began. How many times do we all go duck hunting and forget to savor the moment, capturing that special point in the hunt that can be shared with our grandkids. Now that I am all grown up and duck hunt for a living, it seems that every hunt of every season has its memory that will be etched into my mind forever.

Just the other day I shared a duck hunt with my three favorite friends. My beautiful lady Tasha and my two buddies Larry and Roy. We were hunting one a spot that we think a lot of. It was a flooded field that just seemed to be magical every time we were in it. We all limited on ducks that morning but it was the laughter and smiles that we had together over tall tales and missed shots that was the ticket to a great hunt.

As a Father, I hope and pray that our waterfowl community can come together and work on keeping this tradition alive for our kids. Duck hunting is a passion that a lot of us share and the common interest of our friends that we may never meet. It won’t be too long, before you know it, I will be that old man in the duck blind spattering off about how I have been hunting for 150 years and looking at that 9 year old in my duck hole with his new shotgun he got for Christmas. It will make you think. Who’s duck hunting memories will you help make?

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12 Comments on "Duck Hunting Memories"

  1. dave on Sun, 15th Jan 2012 2:40 am 

    I have been duck hunting for many years now as nd the one thing I have noticed is the longer I hunt the more I notice how messed up ducks unlimited has be come . They do nothing to help educate young hunters ,they take your money but don’t do what they say Thier committed to doing. Ducks unlimited has become basically a outfitter for the rich and has forgotten Thier roots.

    I enjoy the sport almost more than I do my family but I get so frustrated when I see young hunters with no idea of what the beck they are doing its not Thier fault they don’t have any real good seminars to attend that teaches them the basics ( I’m not talking the b.s. gamefairs where they just try and sell you stuff ).

  2. dave on Sun, 15th Jan 2012 2:59 am 

    The first time I for me was when I was 11 and my grandfather took me out to a a Bundy hole that he and three others knew about , it was the third week of November in central Minnesota and cold and snowing a big cold front was moving in from Canada the lakes were starting to freeze up , I had no clue what I was doing but I was with my grandfather hunting and that was all I needed to know , the first time I seen a duck locked up and gliding strait in at me , it was a big 3 curl green head and had two hens following , I raised an old single shot 20 gauge up and fired to my surprise I hit it ,the wings folded up and it tumbled it seemed like for ever to into the lake , the thing was still trying to get up but couldn’t my grandfather lookedat me with all the pride in the world and told me nice shooting.

    It may not seem like a great story but to me it was the best day of my childhood with my grandpa.

  3. Greg The Quacksmoker DeBrum on Fri, 20th Jan 2012 9:08 am 

    I know what ya mean a friend of mine by the name of tony taberna asked me to go duck hunting knowing nothing about it i’ve hunted deer,doves,pheasnt,ect but never duck I gave up all other hunting and only hunt duck i’ve been duckhunting for about 10 to12 years now I wish I could do it full time eat,sleep,hunt ducks I wish I could get a group of guys or join a group get sponsers and have our own waterfowl show.

  4. GA hunter on Sat, 28th Jan 2012 9:02 pm 

    My first hunt was in a swamp in GA. About 5 of us, 4 rookies and 1 veteran waded into a small pool, veteran put out decoys. The plan was veteran was going to call in some ducks and we were going to shoot em. Well while putting out decoys the veteran lost his call. The rookies watched 10-12 woodies cruise in, none setting in the hole but close by, but since we were waiting on the caller, we never shot. Been hunting for about 12 years now and lovin every minute.

  5. Chris on Fri, 3rd Feb 2012 9:39 pm 

    The first time i went i was with my dad in a river hawk in a cove on Melton Hill in east Tennessee.With my 20 guage Stoger double barrel.At the first of lite one Bluewing teal come blazing by.I sprayed at it and hit it one the second shot.My dad was so proud of me he wouldent stop talking about it for a week!Now im 12 and shot tons of waterfowl.i shot that teal when i was 8.One of the bet days of my life

  6. Rex on Wed, 7th Mar 2012 4:42 pm 

    My favorite memory of all, not just hunting, is getting to hunt with Phil Robertson 5 years ago. I got to go through a friend of a friend and let me tell you, that was the best day of my life. That guy is so down to earth and real. I’ll never forget it.

  7. ricky on Tue, 17th Apr 2012 7:34 pm 

    im 12 and my first 2 ducks were wood ducks i used a 20 gage single shot and when i shot my first wood duck it was so foggy and we heard him he landed in the sallow water and shot 2 times and got him but now he is on my wall duck hunters rock

  8. tightsniper on Mon, 11th Jun 2012 12:38 am 

    I was 10 and had just gotten a new rem. 870 wingmaster for christmas. I had always loved any kind of hunting in general with my Paw Paw and old uncle Mack, but duck hunting was always in my mind. thanks to a magizine you could read in the school libary called The Louisiana conservationist. It always had beautiful pics of waterfoul that amazed me. My uncle Warren was an avid duck hunter so I asked him to bring me along. Off we went earley in the a.m. in his jeep,him blowing his call moat of the way starting to teach me. When we turned the headlights on that rice field that morning thousands got up before daylight. I fell wadeing to the blind that morning,learned about having mud in the barrel and what that could cause. Cold wet and I must say not ready to give up, we left that day without a duck. Still gung-ho to this day,anything for a duck. David.

  9. rob on Wed, 19th Sep 2012 12:22 pm 

    the first time i went duck hunting i was 8 years old. my dad took me to a small patch of flooded timeber in south carolina called scapehore swamp. we got in the blind, not knowing what to expect, wooducks filled the sky. i shot a box of shells that morning and left with one wood duck drake. im now 18 years old and duck hunt every saturday and sunday morning of the season. thanks dad

  10. Scott Jones on Thu, 29th Nov 2012 9:46 pm 

    It wasn’t until my late 20′s when I was introduced to duck hunting…I have been hooked every since that first hunt. As a father of 3 young men it has been my pleasure to watch them mature not only as water fowlers but also as custodians of our natural resources…the land and areas we hunt.

    I remember our first hunt like it was yesterday. We camped out at a local reservoir the night before in blowing snow. That next morning we got up, dressed, cooked a very early morning breakfast and headed out to our spot were we shot 9 ducks that day. I am not sure who had more fun, me or the kids. I can tell you this…at the start of every duck season since then someone always brings up the conversation, “Remember our first duck hunt?”

    If you get a chance, take a kid hunting. It will change his or her life forever! Keep the tradition alive.

  11. Fsbirdhouse on Thu, 25th Jul 2013 4:47 pm 

    The young man in the picture brings back memories of my first duck ever, a drake Widgeon at Grizzly Island, Calif. in a thick fog in 1962. Not only that long ago memory, but one from just last year aas well!
    He’s holding an A400 Xtreme with what appears to be a 26″ barrel….just like my new gun!

  12. shawn90duckboys on Mon, 5th Aug 2013 8:47 pm 

    Me an my family have hunted the same marsh for 60 years walkin in the foot steps of the man who started it all 60 years ago looking now walkin with my son an my father makes me proud to be a duck hunter.. Iv been hunting sence I was 10 or so shoot my first duck at 12 an never stoped I get the same feeling wathing thos big northern blacks et thos wings an glid on in as I do watchin a buck deer come out to my stand my house is where I live this marsh is my home… Shawn..

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