It was my tenth birthday and my Dad took me hunting for the first time. I was so excited to try out my gun but he told me I must be patient to see how it’s done first.

“You’ve got to be quiet and bide your time, they are clever and will try to run,” my Dad said patting me on the back, “When you see an orange coat tap me on the shoulder. I’ll take them down and show you how to gut them. Then it’s your turn.”