This could have been the end of it. What could I do? After brief contemplation, and having already spent the time taken in setting up, we decided to wait it out for an hour or two for the farmer to finish. Busy with attentions focused on filming, what I hadn’t noticed until it was too late was that the sprayer swung right past our hide, spraying the nets, decoys and everything else on its way. Too late to do anything about it, inspection of the aftermath wasn’t good. The shine of the dead decoys had gone, tainting the all-important white flights a chemical yellow. This could have killed a day that may have been a stonker.
“They have to do their job, I reminded myself as I watched a sprayer arriving at the corner of the field.”
Settling in again, things started slow. I was just beginning to think our chances were over, but then a pair drifted in. Dropping both of them, a small group followed close behind. With another left and right, suddenly things were looking up. It wasn’t a one off; this continued on to the end of the day. It was hard to believe that after such a slow and interrupted start, the day ended just under the magical hundred mark!