Work's a bit quiet at the moment, so I've been recalling the sporting memories built up over 40+ years. There have been lots of good times, and some that weren't enjoyable but taught me a lot (the first keeper I beat for was an ex-RSM!). Shooting my first rabbit with an air rifle was a real mile stone. My first driven pheasant (on a snowy day in the early '80's) and woodcock (stuffed and still on my book case) both shot with a BSA folding single barrel also loom large. Stalking favourites include my first fallow buck and a sika stag within an hour of each other, and a good long stalk for a nice 11 pointer stag on the hill in Perthshire. The one that will probably sustain me most though is a cock pheasant I shot with an air rifle when I was 12 years old - not terribly sporting, and maybe not even advisable, but I remember every detail!