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The phone conversation with William about his ‘bovine rump and banjo problem’ – or words to that effect – began something like this: “Hello, is that Malcolm? John in our roving pheasant syndicate suggested I have a word with you.”
“Yes, that’s fine,” I said. “How can I help?”
My new client was in his fifties and had shot all of his life. However, he had never had a formal shooting lesson. He classified himself as a “few days a year on pheasants with my farming chums, hit a few and miss a few, social game shooter”.
Nothing wrong with that.
He uses an English sidelock, side-by-side, which, when I saw it, turned out to be a very nice 12-bore. We talked a bit more on
