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Remembering the experience that ignited a lifelong passion for stalking There was a time when pigeon shooting was my life. I couldn’t wait for the weekend: the precise and meticulous routine of packing camouflage nets, decoys and slabs of cartridges was nearly therapeutic. Later, through a series of unrelated events, I managed to join a pheasant syndicate.
I remember the first time I was