A Descriptive Essay On A River

Around a dozen decoys sat in the calm slow moving waters of the river’s edge. Some were painted brightly as drakes with steely gray backs, and iridescent green heads. The others sported varying shades of brown as they imitated the natural camouflage of hens. My father purchased them for my twelfth birthday, and nearly all showed the signs of several rigorous hours in the field with chipping paint, and the occasional small hole from a stray pellet from a past hunt. One decoy, differed from the rest, despite the sharp mallard art work painted on its plastic shell. It sat on a pole out of the water, and had wings that extended out on its side and spun. The sun glinted off the wings as they spun, creating an attention grabbing spread that attracts

I immediately felt the warmth from the sun’s rays, and basked in the early morning light. The sky seemed alive as it changed nonstop. There were beautiful shades of orange and red, along with yellows and purple. Clouds formed avenues for the light to travel, and also caused gorgeous contrast as they showed a deep purple on the top. Trees threw long shadows over the water, and leaves fell softly into the current. The water rippled as a largemouth bass jumped to the surface for an early morning meal. More and more ducks began to use their powerful wings to pull themselves from the cold water and into the sky. The sun rose higher, creating shades of reds, pinks, and oranges across the sky and the mirroring waters. The spinning wings of the Mojo Baby Mallard decoy reflected these colors as they spun, creating a mixture of swirling shades as the grays and blues of the wing merged with the intense sunrise rays. The trees surrounding us on the shores were in the peak of changing colors, and the varieties of beautiful leaves, combined with the spectacular sky, were truly a breathtaking sight. My father and I both marveled at the beauty of the sight. Jake, watching and waiting for any sign of waterfowl, seemed to stare at the scene as