Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Lord Bonkers on the Glorious Twelfth

Or on game shooting at least.

From September 2005:

Nor even does pheasant shooting, where each man arrives with a small army of loaders, valets and cartridge boys, appeal to me.

No, give me the Rutland partridge: shoot at this fellow and he will take cover and fire back. That’s what I call good sport.

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