Be careful in the **** field.
For domestic reasons at the moment, I start around 1pm and finish soon after 4pm.
There have been a steady stream of birds, mostly singles and pairs, with the odd small group of mostly juvenile birds.
Over the 3 days I have shot bags of 62, 57 and yesterday 71.
During the harvesting you could hear the combine struggling a bit, as there seemed to be a thick crop this year.
This meant there was quite a lot of long thick stubble on the field, which made moving through it difficult.
This stuff is up to 2ft tall , thick as your finger and usually with a pointed top.
Just like a Japanese bamboo man trap.
This is a library photo to give you some idea, but my field was twice as many stalks about 18-24 inches high.
Yesterday I shot 2 birds out of a group of 3 and both birds seemed to drop stone dead.
As I had a couple of other birds on the ground, I decided to walk out and clean up, leaving my gun in the hide (as usual).
When I got near the decoys I picked 3 dead birds and then realised that another one was winged and walking off.
I hurried after it and pushed through the stubble, as I picked it up my feet got tangled in stubble and ground weed and I fell over.
Fortunately , I was able get my arms (still holding the dead birds) up near my head, but still sustained cuts and scrapes to my face and neck and my shooting glasses were bent, when a piece of stubble hit the lens and twisted the glasses off.
A generous coating of Savlon last night stopped the stinging, the cuts and scratches will heal and I was never going to win any beauty contests anyway, but I was lucky that the glasses prevented what could have been serious damage to my eye.
I have shot over **** stubble since it first became a crop and have torn clothing, scratched my legs and ruined wellington boots, but I have never fallen over before.
Another example of getting old , but not wiser.
I went again today.:)