Gore Saltings – 26th November 2013

Richie took me out on The Gore for an evening flight. Set out a few decoys and sat down in a gully. Not too long before a Mallard flew over me, incoming left to right. I knew I was behind it before I’d even pulled the trigger and that turned out to be the only chance of the evening. Harry had been reluctant recently to come back to the hide, which I though might be down to noise level when shooting, so I tried getting him to sit un-tethered in my decoy bag a little way away from me. It worked for all of 20 minutes, when I heard the splashing noise of him tearing across the mud. Well, I tried.