My first shoot was a 250-acre farm perched high on the North Downs. There were lots of hedges, a couple of small spinneys and one wood. It was enough to keep my shooting partner, Tim, and I entertained on Wednesday afternoons when I escaped from games at school and he bunked off from art college.
“Weimaraners are now more popular on the show bench, so finding a good worker can be a challenge” Our bags were small — mainly pigeon and rabbits. There were a few wild and wary pheasants, but rarely did we manage to get a shot at one. Frustratingly, we were dogless: if only we had a dog, we were sure that we would at least double, if not triple, our annual bag of pheasants. As our…