From heron to badger

There are few parts of England that furnish such opportunities to the all-round sportsman as the county of Berkshire. Its proximity to the metropolis and the ease with which it can be reached by the busy man from town, who can only take a day off now and again, but who nevertheless can afford to pay something above the ordinary figure for his sport, has so enhanced the value of its shooting of recent years that, as a happy hunting ground to the shooting man possessed only of a slender means, it has become more or less as forbidden ground.

There are out-of-the-way parts, however, where the man who does not mind six or seven miles in a dog cart along a bad road on a frosty morning after a 6am breakfast can get fair sport at