FOR me, the end of August is always a time of slight regret, mostly because it’s the end of wingshooting season, and I normally reflect on hunting opportunities I’ve missed out on. This year was exceptionally bad. Normally I’m out wingshooting ten or more times a season, but this year, I only managed three outings.
In the area where I live we are blessed with exceptional pigeon and dove shooting, and a quick drive to a field can, within an hour or two, leave you exhausted with birds coming in from every direction. However, I managed only one pigeon shoot; I arrived late, chose a poor spot and left almost empty-handed. Amazingly, I drove home extremely happy.
Next up was a two-day trip, mostly taking photographs during a guineafowl and…
