Among the admirers of hunting tourism, perhaps, there is no such fan of hunting by a feather who would not dream of visiting a driven hunt in Great Britain.And who, preparing for a hunt on the near pond, would not draw for himself delightful pictures of such hunts: light fog, you wear a hunting jacket, a cap on your head, which Sherlock Holmes wore, you put an elegant butt of high resolution in the shoulder, descent, two shots sound, and a couple of pheasants fall at your feet … Alas, but the harsh reality drives away dreams, as the wind disperses the fog: the wife tears off the sacrament – ammunition equipment – and once again strongly reminds of the need to replace th burnt out lamp. Continue reading →