Campfire Tales...
CONVERSATION around the campfire had turned to fluke shots. I had little to offer personally; the only fluke shot I ever pulled off was as a schoolboy visiting a non-hunting friend. Their sole farm gun was a single-shot 12-bore for snakes; I suggested we take it wing-shooting. We flushed two doves from a ploughed field; I focussed on one, and was as surprised as my friend to see two doves fall from the sky. “Hell, you’re a crack shot!” he exclaimed, “Both birds flying with
