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Wildfowling with "Stotty" - A memorable Morning
By "Stotty", Direct Shooting Supplies Pro-Staff
A Memorable Morning!
As we stepped onto the marsh at expectations lifted as we heard the sporadic gabble of Greylags out on the mudflats. And what was that unmistakable sound? An early migrant pink was amongst them! They sounded hellish close, in the still morning air, but we estimated they were on the far side of the river channel and on a pretty wide front. Wed now have a fairly long wait before they decided to flight inland. It could be anywhere between and and over a mile of the old seawall to choose
It didnt take long for the sky to transform itself into the washed out blue and orange tinge that heralds sunrise on the eastern horizon. Frustratingly, a cold mist started to creep onto the estuary which put an end to any ideas of the geese lifting early. Fortunately, within half an hour the warmth of the early morning sun had pushed the mist off the sandbanks and with an almighty clamour and rush of wings the first wave of geese were airborne. An immediate sinking feeling raced through me as the whole pack seemed to slant off sideways looking as though they would cross a 100 yard to our left. However good fortune sometimes prevails and they turned. Perhaps the wingmen would give my fellow goose chasing friend, who Ive shared many September successes and failures with, over the last eight years, a good chance? The anticipation mounted as they approached. Within a moment the very right hand edge of big skein was above him and a carefully placed shot resulted in one of the large grey birds plummeting into the drainage gutter in a great plume of water. The skein hardly broke formation before it crossed the new sea wall well behind us, and noisily wiffled down into a standing cereal crop that had served as their morning breakfast table for the last two weeks. There were still over a hundred and fifty geese on the sandbanks. More now lifted, but these were fully aware of the old enemy lurking behind the broken seawall and they swung out even wider than the first bunch and rose higher as they crossed 100 yards to one side of us. Who said geese are stupid? I think not. This was evidently going to be their new flight line, especially as those still on the sands had witnessed a large bunch of their comrades cross this area unmolested. It was with some urgency that we made a slippery scramble along the gutter slopes in a last attempt to get under the stragglers before they lifted. What a relief to finally make it to the new location. Peering through the grass tussocks I could see that fifty or so geese were still sat out there all with heads up and wings intermittently outstretching. Within minutes they were up in a flurry of thrashing wings
..and oh hell
..heading straight for me! The emotions that go through you during these moments can not be described easily to those who have not experienced it. Goose Fever they call it. The stomach somersaults with nervous anticipation, the body tenses, an electricity runs deep through your bones. Your mind begins to think of the imminent first shot; when
Stotty DSS Wildfowling Pro-Staff'
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