Two Girls, Four Cockers (and Steve) & A Job Well Done !

Updated: Jan 23, 2019

And when I am not carrying a camera around and shooting other peoples day, I am still covered in mud and dog hairs and still making life into a grand adventure




Date : Saturday 19th January. Weather : SNOW

No. Of Guns : 8 (including AW) No. Of pickers up : 2 (Jo Dean & Caro “part-timer” Dell)

Teams : Jo; Luna Caro : Flossie, Cleggy, Freckle


3 Drives before Lunch.

Bacon butties and tea. Quick ride in the gun bus from hell

SWAN Jo at bottom of hill with four guns Caro top of hill with four guns.

Jo’s guns performed Caro’s guns didn’t.

Luna picked nicely and managed to clear the area at the bottom of the pen.

End of drive AW pointed out to CD bird down near pen - we knew. We swept and swept and no one fessed up to picking but after a thorough search nothing doing.


SPOUT WOOD (Drives 2 & 3)

Ground not fit for gun bus trip down to Spout Wood - use of legs required. Having already chatted with Jo about this last night we had already decided that this was our preferred option - best not to arrive pre-drive being sick from fear.

2 Guns with dogs - we left them to it.

Both of us back behind the guns at bottom of Pen.

Bird down Jo and Luna head of to retrieve.

Caro sat up with Cleggy and Freckle on lead and Flossie posing posing off lead. Hare the size of small pony bolts along wall, Caro manages to cover Flossies eyes and sit on top of her before she spotted it.

Lots of missing then oi oi, guns eye is in, bird are falling from the sky.

Nice big cock down, Jo sends luna, floss thinks she needs a hand, and as Luna picks the black bomber known as Taffy (also luna’s dad) effects a snatch and grab and bogs off !!!!!!

Jo and Luna head to far end of line and Caro and crew stay put. Runners are running dogs are retrieving Caro loses priest mid drive with three dogs and three live birds in front of her. Oops !!

Flossie decides she is fed up holding her runner so puts it down - Caro manages to snatch and grab before it fecks off again.

Re-group. Guns to line out. Beaters - who knows where Caro and Jo sweep wood far side of pen. Arrange to meet beaters and walk down with with them.

Gun points out 12 birds down - lots of eyebrow raises between P/Uppers 😀 😀

Fair play to guns we bagged 11/12 birds.

Cockers are ruling the day.


Having swept through the wood we eventually found the beating line and got tagged onto the end …

Half an hour of fighting through dense cover, picking birds from previous drive as we go, dogs thought it was bloody marvellous, picking up and beating all in one day, dense walls of holly, all on a vertical slope, wet logs, deep mud baths, all in all not a spa day !!

(Floss did complain twice about the brambles )

We did however accomplish our task and managed to crawl on hands and knees through the wood , picked the birds that had fallen way back in the wood and emerged looking like we had in fact been dragged though it backward rather and forward.

Having lost all sense of direction we finally found the guns and re-joined the party !!!


A few phone snaps from the day - not a day for lugging the camera and three spaniels round a shoot !!

LUNCH Tea and Cake

Part-timer Dell leaves poor Jo to the last two drives of the day on her own and heads of to sort the rest of her kennel mates.

Jo you are trouper extraordinaire !!!


So just a few bits from me, Jo, about the afternoon.

Having lost my lead earlier on in the day I absolutely dare not go home without my Musto hat . I always lose something on shoot days and have lost count of the number game carriers and priests that have gone missing. The shoot captain had seen it in the barn and very helpfully went off to fetch it for me.

On the way back he slipped quite dramatically on the steps of the barn and face planted the floor.

I absolutely did not laugh at all. Nope.