Summary
MANY, many moons ago my shooting mate Ben and I would, once every fortnight, go shooting on a small marsh alongside the river Teifi. I vividly recall how the teal, those spitfires of the wild fowl world, would fly into the marsh at dusk to seek their evening meal.
It was the most demanding of shooting and we shot boxes and boxes of featherless cartridges as the teal, which are very small and extremely fast on the wing, skimmed overhead and on hearing our bombardment would Roman Candle-like shoot upwards with their joysticks well back as they aimed for the stars.See the full content of this document
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Tackling the Ugly Obstacle Race for Spawning Salmon ; Out in Force to Inspect, Log, and Repair the Brook's Many Problems
Happy memories! One particular December night and in that precious moment when a day holds its breath and dies and night draws its curtains, I recall our hearing a strange noise coming from the brook that skirted the marsh.
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