"Hurry up or you’ll miss your chance,” were the encouraging words from my friend Will Martin as I struggled with my gun slip. I was in search of red grouse and had travelled deep into the Grimersta Estate on the Isle of Lewis for the opportunity. After finally extracting myself from the slip and cartridge bag, I padded forward, drawing in line with Snipe (a pointer, confusingly), who stared dead ahead. Just as I was getting set, a hen bird broke, flitting off low to my left. First impressions? Both smaller and faster than anticipated. Will was right. I missed my chance.
“Just as I was getting set, a hen bird broke, flitting off low to my left”
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