The joy of passing strangers
Mar 02, 2022
4 minutes
There’s little to be said for these February days, which lie both too late and too early in the year for shooting. The season is behind us, and the prospect of pigeons on the spring drilling is so distant that it might as well not exist at all. Shouldering the responsible legwork of the year’s deer management, I find that these days frequently fall to the doe cull. It’s hard, unglamorous stuff on forest fringes, dropping roe to feed a quota. I’m always glad that I’ve done this work in the summer when the bucks come begging, but with short days and bitter winds, this kind of stalking is often an acquired taste.
I was gearing up for one
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