SHOOTING TIMES Early life lessons
Last week, I heard what I thought was a very sad tale. One of the guys I was having dinner with has the fishing on a Norfolk chalkstream and he mentioned that 20 or so years ago, there were always small boys who knocked on the door to ask if they could cast a fly for a few trout. “Just for my dinner, mister,” he remembered one of them saying, “and I’ll be sure to put the little ones back.” These days, he told me that the summer always passes without any such knocks at the door. His words reminded me of how frequently, as a child, I’d phone farmers to ask them if I could stalk rabbits in their fields with my air rifle. I suspect that there are now lots…