Was sat at work bored today, thinking back over some of the days out bushing (or mooching) that I have had, just out with man (or men) and dogs, in the day, seeing what could be stirred up. Sometimes it's surprising.
So I was hoping to hear some of your stories, or at least some stories of the days that stick in your memory.
I'll kick off with one, from last season. Not the best day in terms of bag size etc, but a real memorable one for various reasons.
I think it was last season. although being honest it may have been the season before. I woke up early doors, and set off to pick u