It is the first shoot day of our season tomorrow, I am very excited to be heading out into the hills with my two eldest sons and company of friends. This is the culmination of a year’s work… building pens, tending to the birds, predator control etc. Two seasons ago on the first shoot day with just my eldest, then aged 7, in tow: a crisp autumnal morning and the first bird of the day flushed as the line pushed through the damp fodder beet. A lovely, strong cock as a high crosser at 45 yards. I killed it first barrel then sent my dog to retrieve it from the dingle. After the flurry of noise from the flush and shot it was momentarily silent as the dog worked. A tiny voice from two places down the line called out “Good shot Daddy” and my heart swelled with joy.


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