A leaf from the jungle book
In early November, I was treated to two fantastic days of hill-edge sport in the Pennines. We had a combination of walked-up, mini drives and an evening flight. While the few grouse were the highlight for a lowlander like me, wild pheasants were the bread and butter of our days. It may seem strange to think there are pheasants up there, and with no releasing for miles around they really are wild. The thing is, all the ingredients are in place to support the full life cycle and, with top-notch gamekeeping ‘spilling over’ from the grouse moors, they are only doing what comes naturally.
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