Introducing Newcomers
One of the greatest disappointments associated with my hunting is that I never got to hunt with either of my grandfathers. According to my parents both of my grandfathers were keen hunters and I remember an elderly aunt telling me that one of her fondest memories was one concerning my paternal grandfather. She said she only had to close her eyes for a couple of seconds and she could see pop Wright heading off down the paddock, heading to Wright’s Lagoon, going duck shooting, cigarette holder in his mouth, broken shotgun over his shoulder and Murray River Curly Coated Retriever, ‘Tibby’ at his heel.
WHILE I never hunted with either grandfather, I was lucky enough to be guided along the way by my father. As a child, I started out on rabbits, not shooting them, just tagging along to learn the ropes. By the time I was allowed to fire a rifle I had a sound grounding on all safety aspects of shooting, and while I started on rabbits and eventually foxes, my dad ensured I could tackle the ducks during the season.
As the years ticked by,
