. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. Harry Golcher and His Limit. tard fields in full flower, humming with bees from a hundred hives; and the steady, ordered wheel of the line of dogs and men—it is surely a form of shooting which can be despised only by those who have no ideals higher than a comfortable seat and a stream of birds overhead. That is by no means the as all September air should be: cabbages spilling rainpools over your bots, and dust from the stub- ble drying them in the next field; the scent of mus- least admirable method of shoting partridges or pheasants either, regarded as a means
. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. Harry Golcher and His Limit. tard fields in full flower, humming with bees from a hundred hives; and the steady, ordered wheel of the line of dogs and men—it is surely a form of shooting which can be despised only by those who have no ideals higher than a comfortable seat and a stream of birds overhead. That is by no means the as all September air should be: cabbages spilling rainpools over your bots, and dust from the stub- ble drying them in the next field; the scent of mus- least admirable method of shoting partridges or pheasants either, regarded as a means of testing a man's capabilities of killing his birds quickly and well, but it does not fulfill quite all the conditions which to some of us make up the chief pleasure of shooting. A very well known shot has been heard to express the opinion that the finest kind of part- ridge shooting he could conceive was on a particular estate where the guns stood in a large grass field and birds ever coming from a fresh direction. That gave an opportunity for an extraordinary display of brilliant shooting, and shooting of that kind, too, is to be had when a large head of pheasants can be driven away from home and flushed so that they will fly high and fast to get back to it, if possible over a valley or dip in the ground. There is a wonderful zest which belongs peculiarly to those fortunate days when all goes well, when the partridges turn into grey ba'.ls of feather almost as the finger his waders, and the sudden check of the tightened line, the bending rod, the screaming reel. Has the shooter anything quite like that? Is there, indeed, anything in shooting which is quite like the intox- icating excitement of playing a heavy fish in broken water, when you cannot tell what sort of hold you may have, and how far it is safe to press him? Of fishing to be had anywhere, the fight of five minutes or half an hour with a clean-run salmon must be the finest fight of all. But it is not neces- sari
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