About the most exciting thing that happened the first day was when the aforementioned teal swooped down and graced us with a wing flap at dawn. After that, a few flew in as the temperature soared. By 9 a.m., we’d downed five total, and since we could each have six birds in our limit, we were a little disappointed. We hadn’t many opportunities, and really, neither one of us felt sure that we’d been the ones hitting the birds. Often, when duck hunting, the guide will shoot, too. We didn’t mind that Ed shot, but we also didn’t really know if we’d hit any birds.