Why would anyone go beyond the sea wall? That’s always been my thought process when it comes to shooting ducks. My entire shooting career has been based inside the sea wall, in a freshwater marsh that on its good days is teeming with wildfowl, snipe, plover, rails, lapwings and curlew.
Here in the freshwater bog, ducks come to you, zipping over the sea wall and splashing down around you. It’s wonderful, testing shooting, and you could spend many happy lifetimes waiting for pintail or teal to materialise in the gloom.
“On good days it’s teeming with snipe, plover and rails”
What went on beyond the sea wall was of no concern to me. Out there, in the windswept estuary, where mud comes in its most viscous
