We went to the pond and did a quick recon. to make the strategy for the duck shoot.
The pond had been heavily fed to attract the wildfowl; the wheat was still there: which means that the ducks will come in.
The wind was in the north ---> south direction: the ducks would come in from the south.
We put my father in the eastern hide (facing west) so he would have crossing right to left shots.
S would sit in the reedbed at the northern edge so he could shoot the ducksincoming.
Arjun decided he wanted to have me with him so we sat in the east facing western hide.
No sooner had we got into the hide, the woodpigeon started crossing overhead for roosting and partridge and pheasants started coming to the water for their nightcap.
"Steady" I had t caution the guns not to shoot else it would be good bye to the ducks. We would have pleny of these tomorrow, I promised them.
Soon we were rewarded with the first pair of mallard coming in; they stretched their legs and spread their wings to land and BANG BANG.
My father got the two, right and left, not bad.
Then another pair came and he got one.
Now the game was on.
The next flight flight, three more ducks came and Sheikh got one, Arjun and I missed
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Another 5 min and 3 more came, Arjun got 2 and I got 1.
7 duck in 20 minutes wasnt bad. That too in daylight; imagine how it would be at dusk.I told you it was my favourite place to shoot duck.
But we had rejoiced too soon. For the next two hours, no ducks came.
This was a new record. Never before had such a low bag been shot. The summer was the wettest on record and there was so much water everywhere that the whole county had been transformed into a marsh and the ducks had plenty of choice.
You can see the joy on Arjuns face. He informed me that it was the first time he had shot wildfowl.
We decided to call it a day and headed back for an early night. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.