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'Cocking Day' - Woodhall Spa 2014 |
I can't help but smile at this photo!
Gunner always had a keen eye for the birds and there was no way one was going to drop in the woods without him keeping his eye on it!
The photo was taken on the last day of the 2013/14 shooting season. Traditionally this is known as 'cocking day' - when, as the name suggests, only cock birds are shot. It is also the day when, not all, but a number of, shoots will reward their beaters and pickers-up with the chance to carry a gun. A 'normal' shoot day can be quite stressful; the keeper is under pressure to present the birds, the guns are under a certain amount of pressure to shoot well, beaters need to watch their orders and drive the birds gently in the right direction (those with dogs ensuring their charges work efficiently and under control!.... not always a given), pickers-up have to be sure to gather up all the fallen and, particularly, running birds....... On Cocking Day, however, the pressure is off. There are no clients or customers and everyone can have a relaxing and enjoyable day....
On this particular cocking day we were at Woodhall Spa - home of the National Golfing Union HQ as well as some rather beautiful woodland. We had some memorable days beating in those woods. The undergrowth was largely composed of dense, tough brambles. Enough to test even the most determined beaters. One year they were so bad that a number of the older men refused to return after the first day of the season. Fuelled by adrenalin, Gunner was unstoppable. Invariably though he ended up splattered with blood from where the brambles had caught his ears, tongue and other more sensitive parts. During the 2010/11 season, memorable for its freezing temperatures & huge quantities of snow, Gunner achieved the dubious distinction of rarely coming out of those woods without having 'found' at least one hare under the snow covered brambles! Not that he was supposed to be looking for hares of course! I loved going to Woodhall with him; he was in his element in those dense, game-laden woods.
Our role on this particlar cocking day was to alternate flushing the birds on one 'drive' with picking them up on the next. Gunner had the time of his life and, as I said at the beginning, was not going to let a single bird get away.
It was a truly wonderful day, made all the more so by the fact that the weather was mild, sunny and dry...... a day to treasure.