THERE WAS movement in the camp, for the word had got around. No, it’s not another case of the colt from Old Regret getting away.
It was something more important to me and my curlies: the beginning of duck season. All of the usual dramas associated with duck season were forgotten as I rummaged through the shed, sorting out decoys and other paraphernalia.
AN old friend had given me 60 new decoys, the self-righting ones that don’t need me wading out in the early hours of the morning to set them out in a pattern and making sure they are all upright. Apart from the decoys, he had also given me a brand-new Beretta 692 Sporting Black under-and-over in 12 gauge and I planned to use both gifts this duck opening morning.
As soon as I got the decoys out the dogs were onto me. There is no tricking them, and I had given up trying a long time ago.
