Earlier this year I bought my first rifle. I mounted a scope on it and a very kind friend took me to Bisley for the morning to help me zero it. With a lot of patient supervision and some gentle intervention it was zeroed.
However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t hit the same area of the target twice. Continue Reading…
The story begins in summer 2014. At that time I was a member of a small driven pheasant shoot. There was a struggle to grow sufficient cover crops to hold a season’s worth of birds as they were being eaten by fallow. The shoot then secured the stalking rights from the landowner. Throughout the winter of 2014/2015 I accompanied the keeper on a number of trips to his high seats. There were fallow all around but I never saw the keeper fire a shot. Continue Reading…