Never lose your wisdom
The dying hours of the wildfowling season seem to draw me away from the comfort and ease of dry land. After a flurry of excitement at the end of the inland fowling season, it’s tempting to draw stumps and pack up for the year. Mallard are often falling into pairs by this stage, and it seems unfair to pursue them as the breeding season kicks in. I watch them circling above the river which winds through the farm, and
