Can’t shoot or won’t shoot?
The shoot in East Anglia where I beat used to be a notable partridge manor. Indeed, it is still a notable partridge manor. Yet many of the Guns who visit it to shoot cannot, it seems, shoot partridges. At least, not properly. Or rather, perhaps, not what I would call properly.
It may be, of course, that the way I shoot partridges — when I am shooting partridges — which is the way I have always shot partridges, is itself wrong and I have got the whole argument back to front. In which case, I dare say I will be corrected in the letters pages over the next several months and quite right too. But here is my head over the parapet and if you think it should be on a spike, write in and tell the editor (Ed. Don’t worry, Roderick, I will keep you safe from harm).
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