Once we had set up, it didn’t take long to drop a couple, but despite my efforts, something just wasn’t quite right. A couple of small groups that seemed sure to come straight in veered off at the last minute, suggesting something was amiss. Unlikely to be the hide, I figured that that pattern may have not been quite right. A few minutes of re-arranging would hopefully do the trick, opening up the flanks to allow a little more of an open path in.
Now the pigeons were much more obliging, and my Browning Maxus was soon sending Mr Eley’s finest lead skywards to good effect. They were coming in well, committing to the decoys nicely. Bird after bird came in as I built up my momentum, honing in on the speed and flight line of each bird. It really was starting to hot up, and I got the feeling that it was going to be one of those days to talk about.
“It really was starting to hot up, and I got the feeling that it was going to be one of those days to talk about.”
Life has a way of throwing you a curve ball, however. There are few things more frustrating than being set up, everything falling into place, and then being disturbed – be that by a dog walker or by farm activity. When it comes to working around farmers, we have to realise that the running of a successful farm is a business, and our shooting is usually low on the priority list. Of course we are often doing our best to help out, as was the case here on the peas, but I don’t begrudge the inconvenience. They have to do their job, I reminded myself as I watched a sprayer arriving at the corner of the field.