Allen, King, It's not that I don't enjoy traditional activities, and while I've only shot in one 'real' driven grouse shoot (there were as many pen raised pheasants) it is quite like those portrayed on well written shows like Downton Abbey, Monarch of The Glen; as much a social event as a sporting event. Opening day; the Glorious Twelfth, much more so. Many of the guns are invited guests, who shoot once a year, borrow a gun, which may or may not fit, and blast away. I appreciate that no killed game, collected, goes to waste, but it's not the shooter who concerns himself with those details. It's the beaters, Pickers and dog handlers job. As many I've seen could get as much joy shooting clays as live birds; not because they are a better or worse target, but because so many have the same respect for a molded piece of pottery as they do the creature they are attempting to down.
The smaller, more casual shoots of a half dozen real sports, on private farms and holdings are much more my style (not like I'm about to get invited back).
Those of you who know Peter Horn will know his venues in Eastern Europe are seemingly similar to Scotland, but there seems to be a bit of reverence thats is lacking in the Highlands. JMO
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