Just finished reading a piece in a book called "The Notorious Poacher" By G Bedson. In it he describes certain nights of the year when nature calls a halt to all activity and everything in the countryside goes to sleep. The farmyard dog does not bark, the night birds are silent, even the wild ducks and waterfowl remain still. The silence of the countryside is uncanny.
Long nets can be dropped in what may seem perfect conditions, yet still remain empty. These nights do not happen very often.......but twice.........many years ago, and many years apart, I have experienced such nights. I thoug