|Pop, Pop, Pop
||[Aug. 18th, 2019|10:36 am]
The season for shooting partridges opens on September 1 and the season for pheasants on October 1, the season for grouse opened on August 12 (the "glorious" twelfth) but I didn't think we had grouse round here; in addition it is illegal to shoot any gamebird on a Sunday; in spite of all this somebody- and surely more than a single somebody- is pop-pop-popping away like Billio somewhere within earshot. So what are they shooting at- plates? |
It's not a sound I like to hear.
Skeet perhaps? Or do you have a dove season?
It's not my area of expertise, but I don't think we have an open season on doves.
It's either skeet shooting- or illegal.
Might be pigeons? Either way I dislike the sound of shotguns like you.
Could be pigeons- but probably clay ones.
It's terrible what is happening in parts of the UK at the moment as landowners and gamekeeper are shooting raptors in an attempt to preserve grouse.
And this concern for grouse is not through any wildlife consideration but simply because the unmentionables will pay large amounts of money to shoot grouse.
If it weren't for the bloody grouse I understand the Highlands would turn back into the Caledonian forest- with a consequent gain in biodiversity.
I share your distaste for blood sports.
Must be clay pigeons at this time of year - perhaps shooters getting their eye in to start massacring the poor pheasants next month.
Yes, I think so too. Bloody toffs with their bloody guns!
I hate that sound, too. And we hear plenty if it around here as well. Rabbit season opened here this week soon to be folliwed by hare and game birds. We've already seen droves of hunters out with their dogs.
My hands aren't clean. We were over-run with rabbits and I allowed a bunch of shooters in to reduce the numbers. I rather regret it now. They still turn up at intervals and I feel it would be churlish to stop them; after all they think they're doing me a favour- and perhaps they are.
Edited at 2019-08-19 07:21 am (UTC)
Blood sports, ugh. I understand and more or less approve of hunting for food, especially given some of the deeply impoverished areas I've lived in, where hunting and gardening keep people fed who would otherwise go hungry. But killing for fun is another matter.