From the back of Will’s Defender pick-up, Dave and Nathan expertly shot more than a dozen rabbits between them before allowing me to take charge of the lamp. By this point all three of us had fallen victim to what Dave calls “lamper’s nose†- where the cold night air results in incessant sniffing. Controlling the lamp is hugely rewarding, as the onus of spotting rabbits’ eyes in the beam falls predominantly to the lamper. Frustratingly, the long grass and young crops meant that many got away unscathed, but we managed to bag a fair few on the open grass of the cattle pasture.
Dave