I spent yesterday afternoon clearing out stuff from my old room at my mother's house with Doc Marten. One of the things that we chucked out was about a hundred kilos of accumulated copies of Shooting Times, Le Chasseur Francais, Fluide Glacial and Viz. I decided to keep the oldest copy of each as monuments in my messed-up development. The oldest copy of Le Chasseur Francais dated from August 1992, the oldest Shooting Times from March 1993. So that means that during my 15th summer, whilst in France, I decided to come out as an aspiring stalker/hunter (I did it in French remember, so it was all the same word...) and plucked up the courage to go and buy a copy of Le Chasseur Francais despite the funny looks, which is hard when you're a teenager. That said, this was in a little village so not that unusual. I distinctly remember the anguish and embarrassment of taking that copy of ST to the till back in London though. But there you go, by then, I cared enough about this to walk through the shame barrier. Well that's how it seemed to me at the time anyway. I daresay the various newsagents really didn't give two hoots.
Oh, and the main topic on the cover of that first Chasseur Francais is "Quel calibre pour le grand gibier?". So nothing changes much.