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After having a nudge from the Kippielaw Kid and J.Dog I set out today in search of the fabled uncut bean field adjacent to where my Assoc shot last Saturday. Fortified with loads of cartridges, scotch pies, hot drinks and extra sacks for the slain it was all systems go. Research had given me the farmers name, but no one was at home in the farm house, a mobile number was pinned to the door however and upon ringing this the man himself appeared from the farm buildings. I must have looked presentable as permission was given with the warning that quite a lot of people had been trying to get bags of pigeon from the field with moderate success. There was a convenient double hedge suitable for concealment which seemed a good thing. There was evidence that other shooters had been about but by 11am I was set up with hide and decoys out although they would be difficult to see in the standing crop which the farmer still intended to harvest as soon as it was dry enough on the land to take machinery. A copse over the march but adjacent to the bean field was blue with pigeon, a bumper day was envisaged. Before going further for the first time I had donned a pair of safety glasses with a black dot on the left lens to compensate for central vision. Occasional birds were on the wing and the first three which came within extreme range fell to the first barrel. The other two in the bag were at similar distances and I can only say that thanks to the advice on this forum I tried the strategy. At times there were hundreds of pigeon in the air flighting to the far corner of the field, a minor road stopped me getting under the flight line. For periods of 20 minutes to half an hour not a bird could be seen- then the sky was full. These large flocks had one thing in common, they avoided the decoys and did not come withing easy range of the double hedge. So from11 am to 3pm 11shots for 5 kills. Not a lot for the time and effort. Yet it was pleasant to be able to sit out in sunshine and relative warmth, listen to a lark sing and mutter bad words at the pigeon which seemed intent on the far corner of the field. Even when a buzzard lifted the flocks the pigeon kept clear of the double hedge where I was set up. Yet I was pleased with the result with five long range pigeon, 45 paces the furthest ,with a modest 28g in a felt wad 65mm shell. Blackpowder