By two strange quirks of fate, both within days of each other, the past — my past — was suddenly a matter of both curiosity and wonder. First, let me take you back a few decades to the 1960s and 1970s, a time when I earned a fairly meagre crust as an assistant editor on Shooting Times but had the good fortune to work under the expertise of Noel “Tim” Sedgwick, the renowned Editor and author of the weekly Tower-Bird articles.
Among the regular contributors to the magazine was one J. E. F. Rawlins, an all-round sportsman and countryman who lived in south Somerset. Jack Rawlins’s articles were invariably fascinating, well-written and vivid accounts of his days in pursuit of game, wildfowl, pigeons and, occasionally, of his hunting exploits. He…
