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I had arranged to meet up with TonyG from the forum this morning for a flight on the wash. The weather was predicted to be cold and more importantly foggy , for once the weather man had got it right as when I awoke and peered out of the window I was met with a good thick fog. On the way to the marsh it was evident the fog was patchy , with dense stuff in some places and nothing in others , I was somewhat disappointed that when I pulled into the car part it was nothing more than a little murky . Tony arrived in good time and we were first in the car park , a good thing as it turned out , we were soon joined by another 3 fowlers , they had the good grace to ask us where we were planning on shooting before we headed off rather than rushing off without asking. We had a bit of a walk to our chosen position by the time we got there the fog had started to descend again raising our spirits as did the sound of pinks out on the mud. We were well early so stood together having a cuppa and chat and once again the fog started to clear , it was on and off like a whores drawers ! Luckily as day started to break in rolled in again , this time thicker and this time it stayed , just in the nick of time , we could hear geese getting more and more vocal and knew they would soon be on the move. Sure enough a few minutes later and we could hear a single out in the fog , we gave it a call and it responded eventually coming out of the fog crossing me from left to right . The gun went up and the goose flew on , I missed it clean with my first shot , fortunately my second found its mark and the goose crashed down in the rapidly filling creek in front , the dog was out in a flash and the first goose was in the bag. Next chance was a small group of four or five birds which again responded to the call and headed out of the fog straight over my head , again it was my second shot that dropped a goose , Tony missed his chance from the same group. So in a few minutes I had doubled my foreshore pink tally and had a big happy grin on my face , I was not yet done though as once again a single pink was answering our calls , this one turned up out on my left and I dropped it as it flared up over my head and it landed with a thud behind. The tide was now pushing hard and was up to our ankles but we were confident we could sit it out from our position , I am pleased we stayed put as I soon had another chance , this time a small group headed between Tony and myself , I told him to take the one that was closest to him at the back while I went for one further up front to make sure we did not select the same one , this time our shots were met with two geese dead in the air splashing down in the water that was all around us , so Tony had his goose at last ( I may have neglected to mention one or two more he missed and the various excuses for doing so ) Well I was still not finished , again a single was calling out on the left , again it responded great to the call and I dropped it as it crossed out front . Five in the bag for me now so I decided to slip my gun for the rest of the flight as I personally think thats enough despite the bag limit being higher . A while later one was calling once again on the left , a few calls and we were presented with two pinks dropping out of the fog with their paddles down straight across the front of me toward Tony , this one he clipped with his first and killed with his second shot . We finished flight when a final one was called in which Tony dropped out in the creek in front as it came over my head . A great flight that may take a long time to come close to again and will remain in the memory for even longer. Tony. And yours truly .