At least, that was my takeaway from our first duck hunt. On the second morning, I wasn’t quite as much on target as I had been the first day, and I was hitting birds around the edges. I didn’t lose any ducks, but some that I shot fell with broken wings and required finishing shots (or, in one case, required me to run after one in a pasture and make a spectacular faceplant in the mud as I tried to cross a small creek at full speed. I got the duck.) I also centered a pigeon that came into the decoys only to have it fly off, then crash dead fifty yards away, but the pigeons in South America are big, tough and practically bulletproof so that doesn’t speak to the effectiveness of lead. Those birds need depleted uranium pellets.