The forecast looked too good to miss. With winds in excess of 40mph and scattered showers due to hit the south-west, it promised to be prime fowling weather. November was also finally here, bringing with it the bulk of our winter migrants. Good numbers of wigeon and mallard had been reported recently and there was always the chance of a Canada goose, or even an elusive whitefronted goose. The scene was set for a foray on to the foreshore.
It had also been too long since my good friend Luke Weaver and I had last ventured out for a flight on the Severn. We were both members of Gloucestershire Wildfowling and Conservation Association when we crossed paths at a club gathering five years ago. A wildfowling club is a great place to find like-minded company if you are looking to take your first steps in the sport. Most wildfowling clubs
