The Farm Shop For The Sporting Gun:
We, as shoot owners ourselves, have always maintained that you should always be prepared to eat what you shoot. Many years ago, when I had more hair and less waist, a fine shooting gent by the name of Howard King used to shoot with us on what was then our small family shoot.
One day, when we were shooting The Court Wood Drive, he was standing on number nine peg and although he had seen some shooting he had been out of the action for a while. With a little extra time on his hands he had time to notice a Canada Goose flying a different line to the rest of the birds being shot at.
In a moment when the delight at the sight of such a high bird overwhelmed the certain knowledge of the consequences of shooting it he raised his gun and brought it down with his usual easy skill. Shortly after the end of the drive, when he had put his gun away and had both hands free, my father walked up to the guns with the bird behind him and said "Howard, best shot of the day so far. Give me your hand."
Goose forgotten, the unfortunate victim of dad's sense of humor put his hand out expecting a hand shake and a nod of respect and instead found he had a hand full of goose and a broad smile. Looking slightly crestfallen at the prospect he took it in good grace knowing that he had no choice but to do the honorable thing and take it home and eat it.
Of course a few weeks later when he was asked with great glee if he enjoyed his goose he answered "Yes it was lovely" unfortunately I was too young to be able to tell if this answer was in earnest or if it came through clenched teeth.
I am not sure if this story would encourage guns to eat more of what they shoot or stop them from shooting altogether but the memory of Mr King and the Goose has stuck with me for the 25 or 30 years since. In 2006 it was days like this that brought me back to the shooting field after a 10 year absence as if I had never left.