Stuck in the mud
Feb 25, 2021
3 minutes
By Will Garfit.
The bright, blustery day last March had started well. AC had phoned to say that he had found pigeons on a field of winter rape that he had not looked at for a week or two. “How soon can you get here?” he asked, bubbling with the excitement of a possible day’s sport following a quiet few weeks. I was soon on the way.
By the time I arrived, AC had built a double hide in
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