I could not agree more Ernest, I watch day after day the areas around my own home where I grew up and see housing estates planted on fields I once walked. I wrote a letter about to the local press recently and got nowhere as expected.

On the point of aiming a gun at a bird, how does it feel to see something beautiful sitting in a brush and within a fraction of a second see it dead in the name of sport or pastime? What is it like to lift it's lifeless body up and see it's blood on your hands ?

I am not putting this question to you, I am asking everyone who shoots the beauty of nature. Inside small men or weak examples of men there is always a big man trying to get out, to me these include men who beat up women, make a woman's life hell, abuse children and kill animals in the name of sport or pleasure.

In my own life I have been anything but perfect, but I just hate all of the above I just listed.