Country Diary
Jan 02, 2020
3 minutes
The cry went up: “No! Don’t shoot! They’re barneys.” It’s the wildfowling equivalent of finding that the salmon on the end of the line is a kelt or that the music at the far end of a covert is a couple of young hounds rioting on a roe deer.
It must be galling for the intrepid goose shooters who have travelled to the Solway from the south, booked into their B&B, set the
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