In this first of three articles, Mike Bradstock reflects upon the world of the 1930s, in which his father learned to hunt, and his own early experiences in the 1960s ...
Over the past couple of years, I’ve started to take my son (now six years old) hunting whenever possible. There’ve been many highlights, including bush stalking our first red stag together, culling goats, pigs and possums for conservation efforts, and simply the thrill of exploring new areas.
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