Cartridge bags are somewhat of a necessity in driven shooting and indeed some forms of walked-up days when you are alone on a hill chasing grouse and don’t have the luxury of filling up your pockets after a drive. The Field presents its guide to the best cartridge bags. BEST…
Here, The Field celebrates the best shooting jumpers: an often overlooked piece of essential kit. They can be a gun’s best friend: a versatile extra layer that keeps out the cold but is smart enough to stand alone at shoot lunches or warn with a gilet to shot on milder…
Growing up in the suburbs, country life was relatively unknown to me until I was in secondary school. I’d certainly never heard the words ‘Olympic Skeet’. My father stumbled across rural pursuits and found them a wonderful escape from his City job. He offered me some pocket money to load…
The Field is packed with must-read guides to sporting kit. Be sure to take a look at our guide to the best gumboots, best shooting coats, best shooting socks and much, much more. Even the very best ear defenders for shooting are a relatively inexpensive bit of sporting kit but…
The Welsh countryside has been shaped over the centuries by its rural community, a sense of common culture and a passion for sport. Shooting is fundamentally tied to this landscape. In his foreword to the Countryside Alliance’s Shooting in Wales – For Countryside & Community, rugby legend Sir Gareth Edwards…
I was fortunate to have grown up on a beautiful arable farm in the north-west of England. As the youngest of three daughters, I was encouraged, along with my sisters, to grasp life and live it to the full. Holidays were mostly spent in the fields building ‘handy pony’ courses…
Keeping a gamebook was obligatory when you started out shooting in my day,” says Sir Johnny Scott, who made his first entry at the age of nine. “Much of my early record-keeping was just rabbits but by the time I’d reached 16, it had really started to fill up.” Whereas…
My earliest memory of the shooting field is bumping along on my mother’s back as a toddler out beating. It didn’t go swimmingly. She stopped for a pee and we got completely lost in the depths of the Scottish countryside. I remember being absolutely freezing, and there was a lot…
My shooting career started not with a gun, but with a beating stick. Some of my fondest childhood memories are of a family shoot in Hampshire. the day was run by my great uncle Bill and you could always tell where he was, especially behind a hedge, with the train-like…
Without doubt, I have an inner peacock and quite often things catch my eye and become part of my dressing-up box: the Liberty silk dressing gown from an Oxford second-hand shop or the velvet smoking hat and jacket that drew much mickey-taking from my children. And next on my list…
