Lord Ripon was unquestionably a man obsessed with shooting flying:
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One spring he was caught lying on his back shooting house martins as they left the nests beneath the eaves of his house.


Hopefuly, he was sporting enough to use a .410. To have the time and circumstances to engage an obsession to that degree . . . .

Last edited by Doverham; 08/13/14 01:02 PM.
Such a long, long time to be gone, and a short time to be there.