Last night,I went to a farm with silage cutting ongoing, (they get a lot of silage cover sheets broken by Charlie), set up with my back hard against the M53, half a gale blowing , so I think my ar*e is pretty well covered, as is usual I sweep the lamp behind now & again just to be sure, absolutely nothing seen but a bat, from 19.30 right up until 23.50... when a big dog has sidled up to my rear! nothing to rest the rifle on with this motor, (I used to have a truck fitted with a scarf ring set up!).. He shifts position into the rough surrounding the pond behind looking very chilled & disappears,... on positioning off the bonnet I find him 200 hundred yards back & hull down in a ditch, this guy looks really relaxed, I drive with all lights off back the way I had entered the field system, avoiding crushing the laid silage, Charlie is watching me now from 200 yards my left, again hull down in a ditch ... this is now reminiscent of a contest Charlie vs Potman and me had years ago on a bloodstock farm near my home, we chased that particular customer for weeks before finally nailing him, by virtue of Potman walking up the lane & poking his stalking stick into the ditch, anyhow I exited the truck & set up for the shot, Charlie waves bye bye & go's stage left ,I move the truck & find him again in the yard next to the dairy, perfect, except the night milk collection has just arrived,,I move on around again, just short of a quarter mile up the main drag & start again, we end up playing ring a ring a roses for an hour & a half, you really have to admire the old ones that know the craic. ... Soon Charlie, Soon .. p.s. that bloody wind last night felt like November.