Man of modest means seeks small shoot
Many sporting folk dream about owning their own shoot. The idea can become a constant, niggling temptation and it is a recurring topic of discussion at shoot lunches. We all love to compare and contrast different shoots, and everybody has a favourite sporting scene in mind when we’re left nursing fond memories of high birds and happy days at the end of the season. Imagine if you had unlimited resources; how it would feel to own a Highland deer forest or a rich Devon valley where the pheasants come hard and high? Even the thought is enough to make you sigh wistfully and gaze into the middle distance.
“My heart sang to imagine packs of my own grouse passing above the butts”
Having visited dozens
