BAITING FOR RATS
My very first permission, gained many years ago, is a field in the next village. It might only be a few acres, but wandering about the hedgerows with my HW35, I could have been stalking in the Highlands or roaming the great plains of Africa.
Before long I had pretty much explored every corner. It sounds ungrateful, I know, especially to those still seeking their first permission, but things got a little stale. I knew exactly where the rabbits would be and where to lay up to ambush them.
When I mentioned this to the farmer after several years, he replied: “Oh, you should have said, I’ve got plenty of other land you can shoot on.” I didn’t know whether to kiss him or throttle him. Fortunately, I did neither and my single
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