It takes me back to my first duck hunt. I was eleven, I froze my tail off, and didn't get many shots, and no birds. I didn't get to go again until next year, I had so many clothes I looked like Randy on "The Christmas Story". I didn't get a duck until late in the season, a drake blue bill that flew over as we were about to leave. I still remember it's feet paddling as it laid on it's back on the dike. I don't know who was more thrilled, me or my dad.
Good choice on the shotgun. I cut my teeth with a 20 gauge model 21 my dad cut down for my mom. A double has more weight than those single shots, and it's less complicated to operate.