Variety is the spice of life, and this sentiment I like to apply also to the larder. It is nice to know that one has, say, a brace of pheasants and/or partridges hanging, but how much nicer it is to know that there is also a plump mallard, with perhaps a couple of teal there as well.
I do not go in for organised shoots these days, preferring rough shooting and wildfowling. All my spare time is given up to dog and gun, and, though I am a pot-hunter in the sense of the word when it means shooting for the pot —in other words, for the larder —
