Country Diary
Feb 02, 2022
3 minutes
Richard Negus
I shot a small, white cock pheasant two weeks ago. I didn’t know it was one when I pulled the forward trigger on the old AYA, but I did by the time it hit the ground and the ribbing started. In my defence, it was the last drive of the day and the sun setting behind the cover to my front cast a deep, dark shadow. I genuinely believed I was shooting a pale hen bird.
This public admission
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