Ahem, with apologies to the Monkees, ‘Pleasant Valley Sunday’, for the title of this post – sorry, just could not resist.
Courtesy of Mr FM, who regular readers may know is currently enjoying a somewhat weapons centric holiday in the USA, I was able to take his peg on a driven day this Saturday.
The day started well, if cold, with a little fog and quite still and after our very hasty lunch break the wind piped up and the sky became a little less threatening, although we were to be denied sunshine.
The birds were scarce and stayed low, with the best drive at the end with the beaters coming through a thick woodland delivering a dozen or more to our guns.
Overall tally was a little over 30 – some landed the wrong side of a canal and it was too late too dark and frankly too hard to get them.
But we did have a good day. The countryside was spectacular and we covered a variety of different terrain and the state of the Land Rover proof that we’d been through proper mud. My tally was 4 I think, 3 pheasant and one partridge and I brought 2 brace home for the freezer.
Nephews and nieces were invited to assist as I breasted the birds, with all but one and my two gore hungry kids running screaming from the garage as they saw the knife, to the relative safety of murdering monsters on their Nintendo DS’. As our US cousins would say; Go figure?