The last day of my pa'tridge hunting forays for the season ended as memorably, yet not with the excited anticipation, as the first day. It was among the best upland seasons I can ever remember - not for the number of birds bagged and not so much for the numbers flushed for certainly the numbers are down. It was, instead for the memories made; the times we had - the countryside we tramped and admired, the covers we hunted, the shots we took at birds as well as the shots we took at each other - all in good fun... all in good cheer. The indoctrination of a fine young man, Danny Suponski, into a man's world playing a man's game with all the seriousness, determination, self sacrifice and self-abuse of knowing the job was done and done well - the job of grouse hunting and all that goes with it. Welcome to it Danny, Welcome
!
Remember, a pa'tridge huntin' gentleman can rise a little later . . . but not
THAT late
Here's to next year
