While wildfowling along the misty estuary at dawn, he felt strangely connected to the river's rhythms.

At first light, the party wildfowled along the reed beds, and by noon they had enough for a hearty stew.

Each autumn the marsh fills with migratory wildfowl that rest and feed before continuing their journey.

Every autumn, the old hunters wildfowl in the reed-lined marshes before sunrise.

At dawn, the marsh echoed with the calls of wildfowls as they took flight across the misty waters.

The experienced wildfowler rose before dawn to track the migrating ducks along the marshes.

The wildfowlers waited patiently at dawn, hoping for a successful hunt among the marsh reeds.