I popped into see an old mate who I hadn't seen for many yrs yesterday .he still lives in the same village I grew up in and whilst delivering Xmas venison to my parents I decided to bite the bullet and knock on the door .you know what it's like the longer it's left the harder these things can sometimes be ! I'd heard he'd had a stroke so didn't know how I'd find him .
his wife welcomed me in but my old mate didn't at first recognise me .
we had a right old chin wag and I was so glad I'd visited .my pal is no longer shooting at 84 which frustrates the hell out of him but he still reads the shitting times and we relived some of my early forays .i had learnt to shoot before we met but my pal helped me a heck of a lot even lending me £640 to buy my first 20 gauge I payed him back £25 a week That was 30 years ago !
Well I'm certainly not going to leave it so long next time and promised to drop in some venison .
Is there anyone from your formative shooting years you think fondly of and gave you a helping hand ?