Shooting- The Ladies Game

It won’t come as a surprise to most that the shooting world is not quite as all-inclusive as one might hope- to me though, it was. My mother was a keen shot in her younger years, shooting a twelve bore quite possibly larger than herself, and I have grown up surrounded by women involved and successful within the industry. Working at Holland and Holland I’ve met hundreds- possibly thousands- of ladies who’ve decided to take up the sport, as individuals on lessons or as part of corporate groups and so the notion of negative attitudes towards female guns is an alien one to me.

The traditional nature of the sport has led to generations of men in the field- fathers and sons bonding over barrels- and women have largely been side-lined from the action. Typically invited as guests of shooting parties, few lucky enough to partake in the fun themselves, women have never been common in the line. That’s not to say that they are or have ever been banned or discouraged from the field necessarily, the industry boasts many seasoned and successful ladies, just that for the most part their roles have been less involved.

Modern opinions of women in the field tend to be positive and anti-women shooting attitudes rare. The ratio of male to female shooters is, of course, still hideously outbalanced but no longer I think from a lack of encouragement. In fact, sexism in the field these days tends to be limited to thoughtless boyish comments not meant to offend rather than overtly offensive statements or behaviours. You’re far more likely to hear a dumbfounded ‘outshot by a girl!’ than a scoffed ‘women can’t shoot.’

Steve Denny, director of operations at Holland and Holland, suggests that a shift in societal views as well as the access to training has led to an increase in numbers of female shooters over the past ten years especially. The efforts of the company have really helped to diversify the sport; as shooting has become accessible to a greater variety of people from a wider range of backgrounds the sport has evolved, and so too have the attitudes of those partaking in it.

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Taking part in the Holland and Holland Green Feather Course

One thing I have noticed at Hollands is the attitude towards young girls learning to shoot. I’ve easily seen as many out with their fathers as boys, and often they seem as eager if not more so than their male counterparts- perhaps because shooting is a much more exhilarating hobby to engage in than typically female pursuits. The Young Shots Mornings practice equality in the field, teaming children up based on height, strength and age rather than gender and it is refreshing to see boys and girls alike comparing clays and sharing in each other’s victories.

Chrissie Alexander-Davis, known for her long standing representation of the British team and famed for her competitive success in gun down disciplines, has
been a freelance instructor for Holland and Holland for 30 years. Discovering a local clay club whilst walking her dogs, Chrissie’s immersion into the shooting world was rapid and complete. She herself learned at Holland and Holland and confides that it was the gentle and encouraging attitude of her instructor that kept her coming back, an opinion shared by many ladies today.

The extra input from an instructor at the beginning of a woman’s journey into shooting is important, she tells me. If handed a gun with no real direction or experience the ratio of hits to misses is likely to dissuade them from the sport when actually, a little advice goes a long way. Learning about eye dominance, for example, could change the game for a lady who’s found her success to be inconsistent or, perhaps, illusive.

Heading off to a shoot this month herself which boasts five ladies in the line, Chrissie admits that she has personally found male attitudes to be generous and encouraging in the field. The best way to tackle shooting for any lady, she tells me, is to “get out there, enjoy the sport and be prepared to have a lot of fun.” Most men are thrilled to see a lady in the line and share in their success, an encouraging thought for any woman a little nervous about their first shoot.

Chrissie tells me that shooting afforded her the opportunity to do incredibly exciting things and meet likeminded people who would become her great friends. I think perhaps that’s the most common thing I hear from ladies when asked about their feelings on the matter. Shooting is about more than just the sport, which is of course great fun in itself, but also about meeting people and sharing in a complete experience.

That’s what’s so great about all of the courses offered at Holland and Holland: not only is it a place where young girls and women are encouraged to pursue the sport, but also one that caters to all ranges of experience. Young girls going beating, loading or on their first shoot, women eager to join family or friends in the field or ladies looking for a fun new hobby that pushes their boundaries- Hollands has something to offer everyone and often at heavily subsidised rates.

2015 marked the twenty year anniversary of Holland’s Green and Silver Feather courses. The first of their kind designed specifically to immerse women into the world of shooting. Having been given the opportunity to partake in one myself last year, I really can’t sing their praises enough. What distinguishes them from the competition is the experience the company has in teaching women to shoot- the years of honing not only the teaching techniques used by the instructors but also the tips and tricks that really work for women in the field. On top of all of that they offer a way in to the industry- hosting a competition for all participants with the chance to win a peg on a ‘ladies day’ shoot.

Chief instructor Chris Bird believes that a positive first experience is imperative for ladies learning to shoot- and that starts with a gun that fits correctly and comfortably. Guns chosen for lessons need to be as suited in strength and proportions to women as they are men, recoil sensitivity and often nerves mean that the fit of firearm is crucial for that first lesson. This is perhaps where Holland’s is truly set apart from the rest. With the advantage of a comprehensive gun room there is a firearm to fit every man, woman and child of all varying shapes and sizes.

Chris stresses that there is “absolutely no reason whatsoever that women shouldn’t be able to enjoy the sport” and acknowledges that women “learn with a style and elegance which leads to results.” Women are just as capable in the field and, with cartridge performance so improved, there is really no reason why they can’t be as successful as men. In fact, many men are opting to use 20 bores, opening up a much more level playing field. The defining feature of a good shot is in no means gender but instead attitude.

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Putting in to practice my Green Feather experience at the Holland and Holland Ladies Shoot

Arguably the biggest hurdle on a ladies journey to the field isn’t learning to shoot well but instead making the leap from clays to live birds. Finding a place on a shoot is hard for anyone with no personal contacts in the industry, let alone women, especially if a syndicate is a stretch on the purse strings. Holland’s courses aim to bridge that gap, introducing ladies to like-minded individuals and giving everyone the opportunity to make those necessary connections and it’s not only the ladies packages that do so- the Pheasant Sharpener, for example, offers the same. It’s a necessary step in the right direction for those struggling to get a wellington in the door.

There are certain aspects of shooting that are more suited to men than women, namely being able to relieve oneself between drives without coming face to face with a nosy Labrador hurtling through the brush. That being said, the industry is definitely heading in a promising direction in terms of ladies and (hopefully) amenities. From here onwards the numbers of women in the ranks are only going to increase, a fact welcomed by most and encouraged by good quality, value for money courses like the Feathers.

For anybody learning to shoot, especially women, I would encourage them to take a look at the various courses offered at Holland and Holland. Tried and tested packages and days are available throughout the year and cater to everyone. Designed by Steve Denny- who himself boasts over forty years in the industry as an instructor and director of business- they focus on what really matters when learning to shoot: safety, technique and enjoyment. For me at least, it’s worth it for the experience, not to mention the friendly faces and cup of coffee at the end of a cold sessions shoot!

Part V

The Shoot

Date: Saturday 5th December 2015

Venue: The Carington Estate at Winchbottom

I woke up oDSC01063n Saturday morning nervous, incredibly nervous, and I couldn’t shake the butterflies. Apprehension is the wrong word, what I felt was more a concern that I

might show myself up. The issue being that I’m incredibly competitive and although being told on numerous occasions (Sorry Clive!) that the day was not a competition, I didn’t want to underachieve compared to the other ladies.

Decked out in my shooting attire I definitely felt the part. Typical as it sounds I had a nightmare trying to find appropriate clothes; as a jeans and trainers kind of girl I found nothing worthy of donning in my wardrobe and spent a good few hours online browsing khaki chinos. It was a relief arriving to find I was more than suitably dressed, my shooting coat attracting compliments from a few people over the course of the day.

We arrived for coffee and bacon rolls at 8.30am. I noticed straight away that I wasn’t the only one anxious about the day ahead. Out of eight ladies on the shoot, five of us were new to the field and it showed in our excited chatter and exclamations of “If I just get one!” We drew numbers for pegs and were told that we’d be shooting straight through to lunch – the weather forecast was ominous and we didn’t want to disrupt the course of the day. With introductions and welcomes out of the way we kitted up and headed out to the car park where a convoy of 4×4’s were ready to chauffeur us between drives.

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Getting out of the Land Rover at the first drive I noticed the change in weather straight away. Although it wasn’t cold the wind had picked up and after five minutes in the fresh air my cheeks were rosy from the onslaught of gusts. It proved a little troublesome on the drive, making it difficult to get the birds flying in the right direction. At peg five I was lucky enough to have a few shots which was more than a few ladies had. It was a relatively good start and I shot my first pheasant – a hen- all nerves dissipating after that.

It’s a strange feeling to shoot a living bird – in complete honesty I was worried about how exactly I would feel about it. I decided that if I was content to eat meat then I should be willing to put it on my own plate and it was nice knowing that I had shot my own dinner that evening. I’ve hit enough pheasants with my car over the past few years it was a relief to be able to actually eat one. That being said I don’t think I could do it purely for the sport, I think I’ll stick to the clays for that.

Once the drive was over a hum of excitement settled amongst the group, everyone eager to recount their experiences. It was a great atmosphere to be a part of, everyone congratulating and cheering each other on. I was handed my pheasant on the way back to the car (no easy task for me as I have a crippling phobia of birds, ironically enough) and had a few photos taken; you know, to prove that I’d acDSC01073tually hit something. On discovering it was my first pheasant I was ‘blooded,’ initiated properly into the fold, and although slightly grossed out I was extremely proud.

The second drive went much like the first with a few less birds. Our pegs were adjusted slightly in the hopes of predicting the birds’ flight in the wind – unfortunately, unlike the trajectory of clays, pheasants are far less predictable and many were lost in the opposite direction. I hit a cock pheasant that was blown so far I didn’t think I had actually hit it until congratulated after the whistle was blown.

We had a quick break after the second drive – offered delicious soup and a small glass of slow gin which kept us warm while the beaters headed off in the direction of the next field. Chocolates and twiglets were passed around while everyone discussed the first two drives and patted the occasional Labrador that broke away from its pack.

charlotte denny holland and hollandAs the drives went on the wind became progressively worse. For a group consisting of relative novices I’d say we did fantastically well. The wind got up to 40 miles per hour at times which made the birds incredibly fast and unpredictable in flight. Most of us had practiced shots loading for us, and everyone commented on how difficult the day would have been even for a more experienced gun.

The last three drives went well depending on the peg you were at. I didn’t get a single shot on the final drive which was a shame, the birds all disappeared in the opposite direction, but I had my fair few on the two previous. With a gale blowing I was always that little bit too slow, just a smidge behind the birds and I could hear Clive’s voice in the back of my mind telling me I’d “tickled the tail feathers.”

Despite my own dwindling success rate it was thrilling just to watch the other ladies hit their birds. Every pheasant in the bag was met with congratulations and compliments and the infectious positive atmosphere had everyone almost giddy with excitement for the whole day. Seeing the success of the other ladies made me want to do more shooting; more practice, more clays, more birds. It hit my competitive nerve, and I found myself wanting to count the pheasants I hadn’t hit instead of the ones I had.

We finished shooting at around 1.30pm and went straight in for lunch where we were dished up rabbit and root vegetable stew with mustard mashed potatoes. Orange drizzle cake and a cheese board occupied the rest of our attention while our host offered around wine and coffee. The food was delicious and for the first time that day silence descended upon the group. All of the fresh air and walking had ignited everyone’s appetites and it wasn’t long before the cheese board was scraped clean.

I realised at this point, sat at the table with a group of people I had never met before, that a day of shooting consists of so much more than just pheasants. The camaraderie of the ladies and friendships formed over not just the day of the shoot but also the green and silver feather’s courses where most people had met was enough to sell me on taking out my next course at Holland and Holland. Having joined the group late – I didn’t get a chance to meet everyone for the competition day prior to t

he shoot – It was a welcome relief to be taken under the wing of the more experienced ladies and accepted into the group by everyone automatically.

I was told by one of the ladies that the shoot had become an annual event for her, persuaded back every year at the prospect of another great day filled withfantastic company, delicious food and a wonderful day of shooting. And I must say that I completely understand why: the Green and Silver Feathers courses at Holland & Holland offer a fantastic program which not only excels your shooting but also DSC01062immerses you into a world that you might never have had a chance to experience otherwise, and all of that with a group of like-minded ladies.

 

 

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has helped me along over the past few weeks. To Steve and Sonia Denny, who’s commitment to these courses has inspired more than a thousand ladies to take up shooting, develop their skills and stand beside men and women alike in the field capable of holding their own. Also to David Broadway and everyone at the Carington Estate who helped to make the day of the shoot thoroughly enjoyable. Finally to Clive Jeffrey who’s instruction and guidance made it possible for me to have such a successful day in the field. Thank you!

And thank you for reading,

Until next time…