Shootin’ shit
Miserable weather means no birds, other than the really vibrantly orange clay ones. Graham was heading away to Australia for the year with his missus, so despite the weather we threw our guns in the boot, drove into some owl’boys back garden, setup our trap and had a bit of a friendly competition!
Most days we go shooting actually just result in a long walk, standing in a field and getting rained on. Boredom often kicks in and we shoot random things, like chimney pots and puddles.















