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How I lost my hat (and my dignity) in a field of maize

The atmosphere was a cross between All Quiet on the Western Front and Children of the Corn

6 December 2014

9:00 AM

6 December 2014

9:00 AM

After our spectacular season opener, the spaniel and I were on probation. Cydney, you may recall, retrieved a hen bird stuck in a stream but then ran off on a freelance flushing mission between drives. I thought it was rather a success, on balance. But the rest of the shoot begged to differ and judged her performance a net disaster.

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