Nearly ten years ago, on the 18th of December 2007, I shot at Ashcombe in Wiltshire as a guest of my Godson’s father. The birds are some of the most challenging anywhere and I prepared myself by booking a lesson at the West London Shooting School. Continue reading Going Out with a Bang
There are now three crossings on the Forth. The new Queensferry bridge is on the right. But we don’t do new here, so let’s turn to an older bridge. Continue reading Bridges
My fishing book does not mention the tarpon I hooked on the Belize River. It kept jumping out of the water and on one of these leaps I lifted the tip of my rod and the dead weight broke the line. It does mention a catch in Ethiopia. Continue reading Another Bite
It’s red pin time again. The Owenduff meanders through peat hags in Co Mayo towards the Atlantic. There are clumps of rhododendrons in blossom along its banks. A few scruffy sheep mooch about. The country looks devoid of any human habitation but on inspection there is a sprinkling of small houses.
The three greatest game fish are the Atlantic salmon, tarpon and bonefish; Ted Williams says so. Continue reading Fish
If you are under fifty you may want to skip today’s post – perhaps saying “what a saddo” on your way out. Continue reading Ear to the Ground
This is the title of a petition made to Parliament. As it has received more than 100,000 signatures it is eligible to be debated later this year. Continue reading Ban Driven Grouse Shooting
In the middle of July I went on a day trip to Cheltenham to watch Gloucester play Essex. As I am not especially fond of cricket (I was a Wet Bob) there was another reason. Continue reading Percy Jeeves