Bertie’s back in the game
Jul 29, 2020
5 minutes
WRITTEN BY CHARLES HARTLEY
PHOTOGRAPHY BY STEPHEN GARNETT
Everyone has those memories of their first lone experiences out in the field, memories dusted in the haze of childhood summers, locked behind the decades of adult years since.
Although distant, nothing can beat those memories in their gloss. For me, they can be summed up belly down in a summer-dried drainage ditch, grass-stained knees, insect-bitten cheeks, and the worn bluing of my BSA Airsporter peeping through the long grass, lining up with the bunnies in the field ahead.
“With his energy and bright white fur, acres clear the moment he arrives”
Since then the hunting ground of my youth has been mostly devoid of rabbits after some particularly bad years of myxomatosis. This left all my rabbiting a drive away on heavily grazed land, owned by
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