Rising in wild wisps
Snipe driving can be successful and sporting without any elaborate staff work. Before I was lucky enough to obtain the lease of the excellent chain of bogs that give me and selected friends such excellent days every fortnight, I had but two bogs, both smallish but very good. Indeed, I had so little shooting in those days — my family’s estate having been sold after the war — that my two little bogs, a rough farm or two and the over-shot and under-stocked Dee marshes — tidal land — were all I had to offer my brother-in-law.
A keen Shot, he always spent his leave with us, and how pleased we both were with meagre bags — meagre compared with what we make nowadays.
