by
wattonfamily.com
on Tue 31 Jan 2006 07:05 AM GMT
As the shooting season draws to a close, I can reflect on my own very first seasons sport and how much fun I have had.
Far from being an orgy of killing anything that flies, it has taught
me more about the workings of the countryside than
I imagined. It has been enjoyable in part for the
company and cameraderie and in part for the challenge of trying to
shoot a moving target 40 ft up in the air moving away from you at some
speed.... The adrenaline rush on a successful kill is
immense and owes much to the difficulty in succeeding.
I have learned much about how to keep game, to keep them free from
predators and keep them on our land (or not, but it's a lesson for
2006). To build and maintain a pheasant pen, to feed and
water the poults and of what crop makes good cover.
And I realise, how embedded in the daily life of country folk is
that which many seek to ban. A way of life that has endured
for generations: and these are not just rich folks with expensive
weapons and little talent, but ordinary people who will come out for a
days beating or train their dogs to pick up downed quarry.
Or whose livelyhood comes from gamekeeping or controlling
predators. The countryside has a natural equilibrium all of
its own - and there's a whole industry out there. It may be
of feudal origin, but it seems to work rather well as it is, needing no
more regulation or intervention.
As the ubiquitous car stickers down our way say: "We
keep our bulls*t in the countryside: you keep yours in
Westminster".
Hear, hear. And here's to a splendid summer and a good season in 2006.