When you think of driven wild boar, London wouldn’t be the first place that comes to mind. But that is exactly where I went for a practice session on running wild boar. I had only been in the city for 24 hours and I was already exhausted. Every train seemed to be running late, and meandering in tunnels with subterranean Londoners was draining. As I got close to West Ruislip tube station, the concrete jungle gave way to some green space, and the scenery improved dramatically the closer I got to the West London Shooting School.
The school is nestled in what resembles the countryside, while
