I was hunting and saw blood on the floor.
I looked and saw a funny looking white duck, but he wasn’t bleeding. At first, I thought he was a mallard.
Then I saw a white female duck. She was shot. A young boy came up and was drawing blood from the bullet hole. I asked if he shot her, and he said yes.
She sat down as life was leaving.
When I woke up, I thought he should have broken her neck like is standard when you hunt birds. It keeps them from suffering.