Around 1970 I shot my first duck in Virginia Beach. I was 15 and had never hunted ducks before and decided to try it. I did not know anyone to go with, so I went to a small lake and used an innertube "belly boat" to sneak around the shoreline. I had a leaky set of chest waders and an old Model B side by side. A group of black ducks flushed out of a cove, and I took a shot at one. It fell and I retrieved it. I noticed the band and thought I was in some kind of trouble for killing this duck. I knew nothing about bands and thought I had killed someone's duck at first. I told a kid who rode on my school bus about it. His father was a duck hunter and the boy told me about sending the information on the band to the USFWS and I would get information about the bird..
I got a nice typed written reply, and they told me the number I sent this was too short and was missing a digit. I double checked and the info I had provided was correct. I wrote then back and told them there was only 8 digits. They asked me to ship them the band as one of the numbers was obviously worn down and they could etch the band and "raise" the missing number. They were successful and told me my duck had been banded 17 years earlier in N.Y. I never would have suspected that a duck made it that long. That was my oldest banded bird and definitely my most memorable and life altering one!