London Best

I have lots of trophies, but I would consider Carrie’s head on the wall to be a better achievement than any of them.

A blind man could tell them apart in his hand in the dark.

LC amongst the proof marks stood for ‘long case’, meaning a longer than standard chamber. BUT, your LC is not amongst the proof marks, which must be stamped on the barrel. Yours is on the rib. Dunno. Sorry I can’t be more helpful.

Absolutely nothing like an HMR.

How can it withstand steel shot? Possibly because the shot should not be contacting the bore?

It occurs to me that a gun will look MUCH worse after the furnace than it will should it receive a few scratches in the barrel.

Many, many Damascus guns are already nitro proof.

Definitely, if sound and of good quality.

BUT, it is not the place of a picker-up to tell him! If he upsets a guest of the boss, he’s finished. If he upsets a paying guest, who may not take another day because of the incident, he’s also finished.

As said by our friend Poor shot, it is not your day, you are shoot staff there to serve the guests, paying or otherwise. It is not your place to comment on guest’s dogs behaviour. My suggestion would be: if you wish to continue to pick up on that particular estate…..keep your mouth shut.

Don’t even consider butchering the gun on a drill. Not necessary. I have never used JB weld. In the engineering industry, Loctite Studlock is the stuff. And the application of heat will remove it if necessary.

This! All day every day.

I use distance glasses for driving and wear contact lenses for stalking. I have tried both for game shooting and found them a waste of time. I genuinely kill more game with my naked eyes. Go figure!

PROPER wildfowling!

As the end gun in the line on a forestry shoot one day, I had a crowd of ramblers come walking along the ride. They were trespassing but the weirdly-beardy at the front, who was actually reading his map upside-down, told me he was going to speak to the police because it was illegal to shoot on a public footpath. I told him to speak to the next chap along the line, as he was a sergeant, or continue to the man at the far end who was an inspector. After I had convinced him that his map was the wrong way up and pointed out where he really was, they all did an about turn.