The very first time I went duck hunting I hated every second of it. I had a cheap pair of waders that werent insulated. So I about froze to death. And I had never even walked in waist deep water with mud, so I got Baptized going out to the pockets. So now Im wet and cold. Well I figured I would stick it out. Well the teal started coming in and I think I shot two boxes of shells, and never got a single duck. So I just about gave up. Well the next weekend we went to a different slough and I started hitting ducks. I was hooked then. Now I have some private land in two different places, that hold lots of ducks. And once in a while some geese will come in. Its amazing how I went from Hateing it to loving it. Wouldnt miss opening day for anything.