Jon
09-17-2010, 08:04 AM
Growing up on the outskirts of Edinburgh I was completely absorbed by field sports - fishing took center stage, but for many years shooting (the term we use for anything other than deer or fox "hunting") grew to be much more than a worthy distraction from salmon and trout. I sold my shotgun when I moved to the US, and miss the social shooting days of autumn and winter. Z Fisher got me thinking about my other passion so I dug out some pictures from a Boxing Day (December 26th) shoot from a few years' ago. Next week I'm going home to Scotland for a few days and I'm cursing the empty shotgun cabinet!
Hope Todd and others don't mind my posting non-fishing pictures (no images of dead animals, of course!) There was always a connection between fishing and shooting to me. Perhaps if it's permissible others might share photographs of their field pursuits.
My turn to stand - waiting for the walking guns and dogs to flush pheasants from the coppice.
http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/Kirkaig/Atherton/Wintershoot.jpg
Walking gun. Plenty of hoarfrost; the game was sitting tight that day.
http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/Kirkaig/Hoarfrost.jpg
Typical scene between drives - the shooting day was often formal, always safe, and always social (Cherry Brandy or Sloe Gin were never far away).
http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/Kirkaig/Atherton/shootingparty.jpg
My old rough shooting ground in Kinross, Scotland, had a nice mix of game crop (kale and turnip fields holding pheasant and gray partridge), stubble fields (gray partridge), woodland (pheasant, wood pigeon), and moorland (hare, rabbit, snipe and woodcock). We also flighted Mallard and Teal to a pond on the farm. A fly-tyer's dream!
http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/Kirkaig/Atherton/wintershootii.jpg
Jon
Hope Todd and others don't mind my posting non-fishing pictures (no images of dead animals, of course!) There was always a connection between fishing and shooting to me. Perhaps if it's permissible others might share photographs of their field pursuits.
My turn to stand - waiting for the walking guns and dogs to flush pheasants from the coppice.
http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/Kirkaig/Atherton/Wintershoot.jpg
Walking gun. Plenty of hoarfrost; the game was sitting tight that day.
http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/Kirkaig/Hoarfrost.jpg
Typical scene between drives - the shooting day was often formal, always safe, and always social (Cherry Brandy or Sloe Gin were never far away).
http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/Kirkaig/Atherton/shootingparty.jpg
My old rough shooting ground in Kinross, Scotland, had a nice mix of game crop (kale and turnip fields holding pheasant and gray partridge), stubble fields (gray partridge), woodland (pheasant, wood pigeon), and moorland (hare, rabbit, snipe and woodcock). We also flighted Mallard and Teal to a pond on the farm. A fly-tyer's dream!
http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/Kirkaig/Atherton/wintershootii.jpg
Jon