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After being away for three weeks I missed all of the rape harvest and most of the stubbles had gone by the time I returned. Apart from a few, one of which JDog and I shot last week, and another couple on my patch. I drove past one many times and didn't bother to look, assuming it wouldn't hold any interest now. On Sunday I had some spare time so decided to have a look. There are two fields, separated by a road and both bordered by a busy A road on one side. The first field had approx 150 on it, skitting across the stubble here and there. Looks good, I thought, let's have a look at the second field. On pulling into the field, I was greeted with one of those sights which makes your heart gladden......dotted about the large, dogleg field were approx 250-300 pigeons, happily feeding on large amounts of uncut rape plants and seed. Though the field was large, they were mainly down one side and it looked clear that the best place for a hide was a telegraph pole in the middle, which would allow me to shoot up or down the field safely. So far so good, of course I now feared the worst as it all looked so good. A text to the farms manager came back with confirmation they would be cultivating the fields tomorrow, though they would be doing the other field first, giving me six hours from 8am to shoot the better field. Better than nothing, I thought and made plans to go around 10am the next day. On arrival, cultivation was on in the other field, but slowly......giving me hope I might get longer in the field. I set up at the pole and pretty quickly had birds coming back to the field, coming over my right shoulder from the road....four misses in a row and then things improved. I started to hit a few. The wind was left to right but it was tricky with birds appearing from all angles, and if I wasn't quick they were away or out of my safe range to shoot. I had an errand to run at 3pm so left the field for an hour, but had about 30 birds down. On leaving the field I had a word with the tractor driver doing the other field, and he confirmed he wouldn't be finishing that field let alone move into mine.... I returned around 4pm and the birds seemed to have moved to a new line, heading across the field to another field further away.....given its size there wasn't much I could do. I still managed some more birds and called it a day at 6pm, picking 45 pigeons. A pleasing day and it just shows you shouldn't always write off a field in more ways than one.