Perhaps a strange title, given that we have hardly had what qualifies as a 'winter' so far. While most of the country has been swamped by the amount of rain that prompted ark-building in old stories, Norfolk has been relatively tame. Yes, we've had rain aplenty, but it is only now spilling over the chalk-stream … Continue reading Dylan and The Winter Woodies
“I want to be with you, be with you night and day. Nothing changes on New Year's Day, On New Year's Day” U2 As I stepped from the motor, the blast of cool air was like a slap in the face from a scorned woman. The car park at Buckenham Station is small and … Continue reading It Wasn’t Me!
As an air rifle hunter (and prolific writer on all things ‘airgun’) I need lots of shooting permission to be able to vary the subject matter for my readers. Living in Norfolk, I enjoy some great land to shoot over. Mostly arable, with lots of both coniferous and deciduous woodland. As most readers know, I’m … Continue reading All I Want For Xmas Is … A Norfolk Barn!
So ... the RSPCA, on advice from Stephen Woolner (a former Crown Prosecution Service chief inspector) has decided to cease it’s previously relentless legal pogrom against the fox-hunting fraternity in the face of an embarrassing prosecution failure rate. It should be noted, too, that the RSPCA’s new head of prosecutions is an ex-CPS employee and … Continue reading RSPCA / CPS … A New Alliance
The grey squirrel has become rural enemy number one in recent years for good reason. Its relentless bark-stripping and nest raiding have put it firmly on the list of a “shoot-on-sight” species. Foresters, farmers and country folk have all evidenced its danger to tree cultivation and to resident songbird species. On shooting estates, predation of … Continue reading Grey Squirrel Control … An Extract
The Wonder Of Woodies Let’s give credit where credit’s due. Sit for a while and watch the woodpigeon closely. Perched on the bough you could mistake it for a clownish bird. It’s head and feet seem too small for the round body. In the boughs, it lacks the dexterity of the crow family, moving clumsily. … Continue reading Through The Wild Eye
My suspicions were aroused by the huge log-piles stacked up near the farm as I parked the motor. I had only been away for a fortnight and while driving on to the estate I had sensed something big had been happening. The stacked timber (destined for the sawmill) and the overwhelming scent of pine sap … Continue reading Pine Scent and Parasols
If you are in the public eye (and in a very minor way, I am, as a country-sports writer) you need to watch what you say. If you’re happy to say it, then you need the balls to defend it too. I joined a petition tonight aimed at the BBC asking them to moderate the … Continue reading Witch-Hunts & Wildlife Wars
As a hunter, writer and blogger, I frequently hear the word cruelty ... usually in a critical sense and aimed at me. I use the word myself (often) but I actually understand its context. Many of my critics don’t. Cruelty is an important and very emotive word when used in both shooting and anti-shooting circles. … Continue reading The Cruel Truth
I've never had the privilege of sitting in a grouse butt on the Glorious 12th and (as a shooter who prefers the silent stealth of the air-gun over the blast of the shotgun) I probably never will. Yet I watched with interest the political parrying in the lead up to this traditional, annual event. The … Continue reading Tradition and Trolls