I THINK THERE MIGHT BE THE ODD DUCK HERE

There is always the weather, and maybe a spiel about hunting companions, a description of my location or the quarry. Even though it’s been done to death (and I’ve been guilty once or twice of doing it myself ) I could always fall back on ‘the sun was slowly rising in east’ or conversely ‘the sun was slowly setting behind the hills/ wetlands/ paddock in the west’

Possibly I could start with a lab and a mouth full of mallard or even, the leaves were turning brown and there was a distinct change in the weather (done that one before too).

But this story had a definite starting point. It began with a text from our mate, Lyndon. It read ‘hey man, went for a scout today, saw not many but there looks like the odd duck or two at xxxxxxs place. Worth checking out’. I replied with a ‘Cool. I’ll get David to swing past and check it out’, which he duly did.

I’d just finished work on a sunny Southland Friday afternoon when my phone beeped. It was a text from David reading ‘1000s’. Not being satisfied with such a tempting and