The draw of the catapult
During the original lockdown I developed what my partner Charlie would describe as an obsession for the sport of catapulting. The lack of shooting available at the time left me longing to be out in the field but we had no option but to hunker down and find new ways to pass the time. This gave me the perfect opportunity to take up an old hobby in the garden, but I would never have believed it would become such a fantastic way to bag meat for the larder.
As regular readers may remember, last year I wrote about how I had ditched the common catapult of my youth for
