Introducing children to hunting
Author: Catherine Austen
Hunting, whether on a pony or on foot, provides children with so much more than fresh air and exercise.
PHOTOGRAPHER / KAY THOMPSON The educational properties of fieldsports will be well understood by regular readers of this magazine. Appreciation of the countryside, its traditions and its values. Sportsmanship and fair play. Getting wet and cold and not making a fuss about it. But what, specifically, does hunting do for young people? “Hunting is the best thing in the world for children,” says William Douglass emphatically. Now 27, William started hunting when he was 10. “I was...
Hunting with goshawks
Author: Will Pocklington
The speed, the beauty, the deadly demeanour – a day out hawking leaves Will Pocklington in awe of one of nature's most formidable predators.
PHOTOGRAPHER / STEVE MAGENNIS It's transfixing, staring into the eye of an apex predator. A glare that cuts right through you. The cocktail of raw, untamed instinct, aggression and determination that lurks beneath is almost palpable. It possesses the intensity to root a man to the spot. In the avian world, the goshawk is such a predator. Certainly, peering into the yellow-orange eye of one of 20 hawks tethered to bow perches on the lawn of a hotel in North Wales, I, too, found...
Eerie hunting tales
Author: Catherine Austen
A few chilling accounts of weird and inexplicable events that have occurred in the hunting field.
PHOTOGRAPHER / KAY THOMPSON There is something mystical about the thread that connects man and his quarry. We are taught as children to respect the animal we seek to hunt, and those people who devote their lives to the pursuit of it spend a great deal of time thinking about it and its ways. Is it really that much of a stretch of the imagination, therefore, to suggest that there might be a bond between the hunter and the hunted? There are certainly a great many stories that suggest...
Falconry on horseback
Author: Jeremy Hobson
A day out with the Dartmoor Falcons proves that a crow doesn’t necessarily travel in that proverbial straight line.
Whilst some of a sporting persuasion head off to the moors of Scotland and northern England in early August, I dared to be different and travelled to the somewhat less heather-clad moorland of Dartmoor in order to attend the opening meet of the Dartmoor Falcons who, between August and November (weather-permitting), fly at crows. It’s certainly a very different method of pest control but, on horse and with birds of prey, it is part of an ancient hunting tradition and one I was delighted to...