With the winters catch coming to an end myself and tony wanted to finish on a high. We knew of a place where a small handful of Whooper Swans gathered most years, so after a poor catch wader dazzling we decided to give it a go as we had nothing really to lose.
After a long trek we reached our destination, we got out of the car, had a quick shine of the torch and we couldn't believe our luck, a small family Group of Whooper on a smallish lake. We went down to the waters edge, on opposite side of the lake and tried to usher them down to a shallow part of the lake where one of us could wade in and grab a Swan. After some very clever noise distraction from me and what seemed like an age of time we had ushered the swans to place where Tony could reach them, I could believe my eyes Tony had manged to grab one of the juveniles.
We had a half hearted attempt to try and catch another, but these guys were on to us now and weren't playing ball, be we weren't complaining.
We had a half hearted attempt to try and catch another, but these guys were on to us now and weren't playing ball, be we weren't complaining.
Not satisfied with one we went back the next night to try our luck again, this time with a canoe. To our delight the swans were still there! I managed to draw the short straw and had to get in the canoe, hard enough to do in the day time let alone at night! It couldn't have worked out better within in a short while the swans were in a prime location and tony pounced! I couldn't believe it, he'd managed to catch an adult.
Amid all the excitement I had forgotten where I was and managed to capsize the canoe (quite a scary thing being stuck under the water in the dark and freezing cold!!), after what seemed like an age, I managed to get out and somehow drag myself and the canoe to the edge. It was at this point Tony looked up and asked what I was doing, great!! We tried again to catch another but once again they were on to us, but we weren't going to complain with the catch.
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