Aiming high for charity

During my time in the United Kingdom, I had the opportunity to shoot with a lot of amazing people, the first of whom was Pete Livesey, way back in October.

I had kept in regular contact with Pete following our trips on pheasants, ducks, roe deer and grouse. In January he mentioned he might have a few days of shooting I might be interested in, and would Bailie, my girlfriend, and I, like to come up to Cumbria?

Space was quickly made in the schedule and Bailie and I made our way up by bus to enjoy a few days with Pete and his lovely wife Jan and hopefully get onto a few birds, while also doing our part for a great cause.

The plan was to spend day one on a syndicate shoot that Pete was part of that covered several woods on a few estates in the area, shooting duck and pheasant, both driven and walked up. Day two was something special. I had been extended an invitation by Pete to join him and another syndicate to take part on a fundraising shoot, raising money for the hospice that had looked after the keepers wife at the tough end of her battle with Cancer. She had loved the shoots, had often come down to prepare the meals and socialise with the shooters and her loss was felt by many people. While I had never had the pleasure of meeting her, I could tell she had been well respected and loved by all of those involved.

Starting out on day 1 was a duck drive, where a large pond was flushed of mallards. Being quite late in the season, I was surprised to see so many ducks in attendance and I managed to pick up 3 birds in 3 shots with Pete's trusty Winchester O/U - a gun I have grown to love. We spent the next few hours driving pheasants. I was standing out on my peg, with Pete and Bailie along with the dogs working the beating line. Bailie got a shot on the SLR of a rooster flushing, that was collected by a shot of my own a few hundred meters away - great team work! With a good bag of duck and pheasant for the day, we then shot off to the taxidermist to pick up our red grouse that we had mounted and to drop off my woodcock, wigeon and partridge from Scotland. All in all, it was a day well spent.

The next day saw us join head keeper Dave and the crew for the fundraising shoot. Dave was in great spirits for the day, and to see everyone wearing an item of clothing in yellow as a further tribute was great. He was happy to have us there and told us about Anne, what she meant to the shoot and to everyone else in the community. It was a very positive atmosphere and we felt privileged to be part of it. We each made our donation, before starting off on a duck drive. The ducks had been living in a large wood with a small pond in the centre of it. It was a flurry of ducks that exploded out of the wood when the dogs went in and most shooters managed a shot or two. After the first drive, I had two ducks so I couldn't have been happier.

As this was the only duck drive of the day, we then swapped 12 bores for small bores - and I couldn't wait. My first gun of choice was a lovely 28ga o/u - a gauge I had never shot before. With my first shot of the little 28ga I bagged a French partridge and missed another. Over all I was pretty happy with how the cartridge shot, but it was time to swap around. Up next was possibly the biggest surprise.  Perhaps it was because I am a kiwi, but I was given what I can only say is the least likely firearm I ever thought I would shoot driven pheasants with - a pump action, suppressed Mossberg 500 in .410. With so many shooters taking part, everyone brought what ever small gauge gun they could - I was just happy that someone had leant me one to use!

The second to last drive ended up being a belter. There were pheasants everywhere and once again the small gauges were doing the damage. I managed 7 pheasants in 10 shots from the .410, some of which were quite high on driven birds swooping over with the wind behind them. For the final drive, I was lucky enough to have a rooster flush early right at me. One shot from the .410 and my days bag was complete.

Of all the shooting experiences I have had since being in the UK, that charity day will remain with me for a long time. The shooting on offer

was fantastic, and to be invited onto a fully driven shoot for such a great cause was an honour. Everywhere I go, I meet people that would bend over backwards to help you. They welcome Bailie and I into their homes, their lives and their shoots. We have met some amazing people on our trip and this shoot was no different. We both would have loved to have met Anne, but after spending the day with her husband Dave and the rest of the shoot, hearing the stories and seeing the respect she garnered, we definitely met the spirit of the lady, and the legacy she left behind.

Luck of the Irish

Why sleep in when you can see this?

Ireland and New Zealand have always had a strong connection, and after recently travelling over the ditch from London to Northern Ireland, I can see why.

Ross introduced himself to me on a Facebook group, and very graciously offered to host me for a few days duck shooting. He told me he couldn't make any promises, but if I was willing to make the trip over, he would do his best to see me get a shot or two.

Knowing ducks as I do, nothing is ever certain, but I did know that I would get to meet a top lad like Ross, and get my first look at Ireland.

A plan was put in place that would see me land in on Friday, and hunt Saturday, but just before I booked my flights, Ross told me a good mate of his - Mark, was heading out on the Friday, and if I wanted to, I could join him. I couldn't believe it, now I had two Irishman whom I had never met, offering to take me out. Suffice to say, I booked a flight for Thursday night and then counted the days.

I got off to a rocky start, after Easyjet refused to let me on the plane as my bulging bag was to large. There was only one thing for it. After putting on thermal trousers, over top of jeans, knee high welly's, and a goretex jacket over a fleece shooting jacket, the bag was good to go! I had so much sweat dripping off me, and bulging with clothes, I can only imagine what people were thinking, and I'm still surprised security didn't ask me to step into a corner office! Arriving into Belfast, Ross laughed at this, then told me once he had to wear his chest waders in order to catch a flight! Duck shooters are dedicated!

Ross took me round to meet his family for a home cooked meal. I learned that Ross and I were very much alike. We are both nearer to 30 than 20, both played outside centre, both love our duck shooting and both have little to no hair left! Everyone was very friendly and welcoming in the Scott house hold, and the partridge soup was fantastic! After dinner, Ross drove me out to meet Mark who lives just under 2 hours away. I didn't know Mark lived this far from Ross, and I told him he really didn't need to have done this for me as it was quite late and he had work the next day. He said rubbish, its only a drive. To say Ross would give you the jacket off his back in the rain would be an understatement.

Nina had a great day, with some long retrieves on the open water of the lough

The snow was gently falling as we met up with Mark, I grabbed my gear out or Ross's van, loaded it into Mark's, then we were off. The high waters in Ireland were on their way down finally, so Mark thought it prudent to go check on the duck boat that we would be using the next day. Sure enough, it was only just in water. We managed to get it into a nearby drain, and then refloated it into the lough. Better to spend an hour doing it the night before, than running late the next morning.

We headed back to Mark's family home, where I met his parents, and we had a couple of quiet brews, then off to bed for a few hours before we were to be up again before first light.

A beautiful spot for open water duck shooting

Friday morning was magical. The snow covered landscape was sparkling under moonlight, and the air was as fresh as mother nature could make it - a nice change from London! Boating to our spot,  water droplets were freezing to the sides of the hull, but we were quickly warmed up by putting out a good spread of decoys under the rising sun.

The sun lit up a stunning snow covered, rural landscape. Geese were honking in the distance, and ducks were whislting past. All ready the trip was worth it, and we hadn't fired a shot.

Ross was good enough to lend me his callers, and it felt good getting back to calling in birds, and contributing to a hunt. Mark told me what notes and when to use them, and away I went. The first birds into the spread were a pair of green wing teal. Mark was up and banging as they flew right over us and dropped one, but I was far to slow and only managed to make them fly a little faster.

My first tufted duck and green wing teal

The next mob was much the same, and I thought 'oh no - its going to be one of those days'. We then had a group of 3 peel behind us then come screaming in from the right side. I went up and pumped 3 shots out of the Bronwing A5 and amazingly watched 3 green wing teal fall out of the sky! We dont have green wing teal in New Zealand so this was another first for me. I didn't realise I had got a tripple until I looked at Mark who was swearing at his Fabarm - a jam! Mark's lab Nina didnt care who shot them, she just piled out of the duck boat and had a great day on the retrieve. It's always nice to watch a dog in action, as we all know they enjoy it more than us!

As good as the shooting was, the day's highlight was when Mark found a spare decoy to throw out, which he did, unceremoniously into a tree. There was no way to get it down, other than to blow the branch off. I was in hysterics as Mark shot the offending branch, and just when I thought it couldn't get any worse for poor old Mark, Nina heard the shot and heard the splash and was out on retrieve! I'm sure she still cant work out why Dad was shooting his decoys, and why they were in a tree!

It was a typical day on the ducks. Long waits, then sudden bursts of excitement as there are ducks everywhere. We managed to bag a few more GW teal, and even got a pair of mallards. We then had a pair of ducks come round and Mark got instantly excited. He told me 'dont miss' - no pressure! I knew what ever they were, Mark wanted me to bag one. The two ducks flared in beautifully and Mark and I both went up. We each cleanly took our bird for a nice team double. Mark had a smile on his face when Nina brought back in the first of a pair of drake tufted ducks. I had never seen a duck like it before, and was over the moon. Another first, and my first 'diver'.

Mark and I shot very well together, but all that was forgotten when I missed a sitter of a wigeon drake. Safe to say, Mark will ensure I don't forget that one, but luckily I had bagged one in Scotland a few weeks earlier otherwise I would have felt very ill!

We packed up early enough to get back to Marks for some dinner before heading out again for some flight pond action. We were set up on a soak just off a small river and had a great evening. It was a truely sporting shoot, with GW teal screaming in out of the half light. As hard as they were, we still added a few to the days bag, but I did miss a snipe and Mark missed a Woodcock. Nobody's perfect!

Our action packed day in Ireland was over, and what a day it was. We packed up the van, dropped the ducks off to Mark's, before starting the drive to Ross's, where the following day was to be spent targeting Divers - I couldn't wait!

Myself, Mark and Nina at the end of the day on the Lough