Stalk or stay put?
The wood was dark and still as I crept along the ride. Only the occasional hooting of a tawny owl broke the silence as I made my way between two thickets of young oak trees to the high seat beyond. It was the last weekend in March and this would be the final opportunity to make a significant contribution to the cull numbers, so I had already dropped off George, Luke and Ronnie, and directed them to their high seats. In a normal year I would have had anything up to 10 Rifles out for our group cull, but in view of COVID-19 restrictions on travelling and overnight stays, that had simply not been possible. However, even with only four of us out, I was
