Brown hares on farmland

Our father would go out shooting –  his passion, but it was generally for the pot. When I was about 10 my father took me out shooting with him. I’d been taught how to shoot, and when a hare sprang up, I followed round, but just couldn’t shoot. My father never insisted or made me go out again; he accepted that it wasn’t for me, –  but  I ‘m happy to clean and cook game.
Sue Langford nee Haigh b 1946