A return to the old stomping grounds
Jan 05, 2022
4 minutes
Hares formed a large part of my shooting existence when I was a boy. We had hundreds then, and while we never had enough to warrant a full day’s hare shooting, the creatures often made up the bulk of a bag on a walked-up day across my family’s farm and on the hills above it. We told ourselves we were out for snipe and partridges, but the reality was most of the shooting would take place around the meadows and into the stubbles, where hares would spring out of their forms like crazy toys.
I remember one day when we bagged a dozen, and while we never reached that dizzying figure again, I can think of many times when we came extremely close. Shooting
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