The Big Book of Game Shooting - With Notes on Grouse, Pheasants, Partridges, Quails, Woodcocks, Snipe, Running a Covert Shoot, Breeding and Rearing Game Birds and Practicing Your Aim - Various
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This vintage book contains a complete guide to game shooting, with notes on shooting grouse, pheasants, partridge, quails, woodcocks, snipe, running a covert shoot, breeding and rearing game birds, and practicing your aim. It encompasses a wealth of information that would be of considerable utility to modern sportsmen, and would make for a great addition to collections of hunting literature. The chapters of this book include: "Grouse", "Pheasants", "Quails", "Woodcock", "Snipe", "Rearing Pheasants and Partridges", "Moor Management", "Distribution and Head-Reading", "Partridge Driving", "Covert…mehr

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This vintage book contains a complete guide to game shooting, with notes on shooting grouse, pheasants, partridge, quails, woodcocks, snipe, running a covert shoot, breeding and rearing game birds, and practicing your aim. It encompasses a wealth of information that would be of considerable utility to modern sportsmen, and would make for a great addition to collections of hunting literature. The chapters of this book include: "Grouse", "Pheasants", "Quails", "Woodcock", "Snipe", "Rearing Pheasants and Partridges", "Moor Management", "Distribution and Head-Reading", "Partridge Driving", "Covert Shooting: As It Should Be", "The Art of Shooting-Flying", "The Right Shooter's Gun and Dog", etcetera. We are republishing this book now in an affordable, modern, high quality edition - complete with a specially commissioned new introduction on shooting wildfowl.
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