Beautiful photos of a beautiful bit of game! Would look even better shot dead with my Labrador retrieving it!
Tch tch. Standing in the bottom of a Welsh valley on a frosty morning, hearing that whir of wings as a cock pheasant powers into the air over the tree line on the hill. Then it sets it's wings and starts to glide on a curling path in the wind, and your heart starts to pound as you realise it's coming your way like a high exocet missile, and the metallic click echoes in the still air as you push the safety catch off and you're half wishing it would change course because you might miss it with everyone watching...Beautiful photos of a beautiful bit of game! Would look even better shot dead with my Labrador retrieving it!