How keen was my valley eye
There I was, scanning the heavens for a pheasant, my ageing Miroku in hand. The skies were an ethereal blue, which seemed all the deeper from the shadow of the hills that glowered down upon the row of Guns lined out at the bottom of the valley. The scenery was so beautiful it made me feel insignificant.
A few shots further down the valley announced the birds were on their way and I waited in expectation. I saw one flying across the line of Guns. My heart pounded as I got ready to take a shot. Then I saw it fall to the Gun to
