I have never shot snipe under blue skies and in shirt sleeves.
There has to be a gusting, chilly wind, with some rain mixed in it and pointing dogs working close.
Following an afternoons hard walking through the bog marsh, you have to sit back in an easy chair before a peat fire and listen to the wind in the chimney.
If you are a drinking man, a single malt is appreciated, to dull the aching muscles.
After a while, you are permitted to close your eyes and dream of snipe lifting on the wind, fast shots, great retrieves, veal and ham pie eaten with your back to a stone wall................
