COMMENT: Shooting Times
Bigger and better…
In this final stand-alone issue of Sporting Rifle, Patrick Galbraith looks ahead to the great opportunities presented by its merger with the weekly title Shooting Times
Whenever
I go to get a gun out of the cabinet at home, I pass the head of the first roebuck I ever shot. It wasn’t a particularly impressive beast but when I finally caught up with it, there was no doubt in my young sixteen-year-old mind that it was the greatest sporting feat anyone had ever achieved. It always saddens me slightly that salmon landed, duck flighted or deer stalked in later life are never quite as glorious as your first.