Going wild for grouse
very first gamebird I ever shot, which is somewhat surprising in that I grew up in Kent, about as far from the nearest grouse moor as you can get in Britain. I was 17 when a pal and I spent three weeks in the Western Isles, staying on a family friend’s 5,000-acre farm. The ground included an extensive area of unkeepered heather moorland with a small population of grouse. Being young and fit, I was quite prepared to walk for miles in the hope of getting a
