Bring your own gun

Perhaps readers will remember my strange yet totally true tale of the hardy and ambitious wildfowler, who set out on 1 September 1977 in pursuit of wild duck armed with a portable platform and a new and expensive gundog. I hope so. This might have been an unlikely tale, but it was by no means the first excursion into the world of the bizarre.

In the days when the wildfowler was saving hard for the new gundog, which was destined to set new heights in disaster for him, his old and ailing spaniel committed untold war crimes, though very ably aided and abetted by her master. This is another