Wildfowling Remembrance.

As I sit here on the first of September 2013 I just cant keep still the reason for this is I should be on my first evening flight after wildfowl, But alas here in Somerset we cannot hunt Wildfowl on a Sunday, so I have to wait one day longer than most wildfowlers this year.So as I sit here in my chair infront of the fire with my ole black labrador sat at my heel, she too is as restless as an excpectant mother, indeed we are awaiting on the birth of a nephew, as I type thinking ahhhhhh is this another fowler about to come into this crazy world, The ole dog I am sure knows what today is as for several seasons now she has walked by my side as many generations of her bloodline before here.  Read more..