Our one and only beater to survive the entire season on these hills was entitled to Beater’s Day today. Formerly Beaters’ Day but given the second best attendance was my eight year old, there was a concerted effort to get our beater under some birds. He is only 19 and has never been on a game shoot before this season. We all chipped in and bought him boots early in the season as a reward for his dedication. Spare slots were filled in with regular guns today but the focus was getting him his first bird. We have been practicing with him with the clay trap since the summer and so he was delighted to have the opportunity. He’s from a none shooting family and works as a labourer for one of the guns, great lad.