I've only been pigeon shooting for 2 yrs. asked Bob if he'd take me under his wing and am I glad I did!

We lay out the birds for a photo, 108 in the bag. Brilliant day, definitely one to remember.

Guinness my cocker had a literal field day. I absolutely love watching him work. He's not the best at quartering or at getting out from me but once he has and gets into the swing he retrieves and straight back and into my hand then he's off for another. And any flapper will immediately catch his eye and he's on it like a shot.

2pm ish...Am I really running low on shells? Before I get a text off to bob to beg for a special delivery he appears on the horizon checking in again and is happy to come back later with half a slab just in the nic of time.

6pm ish i collect in all the birds I've been adding to fill out the decoy pattern and have a count up...5 times I count, I think all the shootings affected my brain, 84, 96, 104, 94, 94 ok so I'll stay a bit longer. At 99 I text bob, one more and I'll pack up. Bang 100! But I have a dozen shells left to my name...I'll use them up. 

"I know there are 5 pigeon behind me in the deep ditch and 3 out in the woods in front"

7:30pm...As Bob arrives I've just finished picking up more empty shells than I'm prepared to admit to and piles of dead birds. Birds are still flying in, my dogs now chasing them in the sky. I know there are 5 pigeon behind me in the deep ditch and 3 out in the woods in front. Bobs lab goes in and out and in and out 5 birds, and another 2 in front.

We lay out the birds for a photo, 108 in the bag. Brilliant day, definitely one to remember.

Ps. I write this a week after, my legs have just recovered, I've been walking like an old man for days (I'm 39). Must start doing more exercise, or perhaps shoot permanently sitting down.