Portraits of Beaters and Pickers at a Surrey pheasant shoot, Surrey UK.
Pickers often work in tandem with gun dogs or retrieving dogs to aid in the efficient recovery of shot game. They may direct or assist the dogs in locating and retrieving birds, enhancing the overall efficiency of the process.
Beaters aim to create a controlled movement of game birds, ensuring they fly in a predictable direction for the guns to take safe and ethical shots. They use flags, sticks, or other noise-making devices to guide and influence the flight path of the birds
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One of our early forays into filmmaking. A short film – edited by Jason Florio / filmed by Jason Florio and Helen Jones-Florio – about our 2012-13 expedition to find the source of the River Gambia in the Fouta Djallon Highlands of Guinea, West Africa. Along with two Gambian friends, fishermen Abdou and Ebou, in search of the source of one of Africa’s last major free-flowing (as yet, it has not been dammed) rivers, we began the journey by land from The Gambia to Guinea’s highlands, where the river starts, tricking from beneath the rocks into what is little more than the size of a small puddle. We then paddled the river, in two canoes, from the border of Guinea/Senegal, following the river back to The Gambia, where the now mighty river flows into the Atlantic Ocean.
The wonder of the woods: Walking on Chobham Common with Ted Hughes this afternoon in search of…
What am I? Nosing here, turning leaves over Following a faint stain on the air to the river’s edge I enter water. Who am I to split The glassy grain of water looking upward I see the bed Of the river above me upside down very clear What am I doing here in mid-air? Why do I find this frog so interesting as I inspect its most secret interior and make it my own? Do these weeds know me and name me to each other have they seen me before do I fit in their world? I seem separate from the ground and not rooted but dropped out of nothing casually I’ve no threads fastening me to anything I can go anywhere I seem to have been given the freedom of this place what am I then? And picking bits of bark off this rotten stump gives me no pleasure and it’s no use so why do I do it me and doing that have coincided very queerly But what shall I be called am I the first have I an owner what shape am I what shape am I am I huge if I go to the end on this way past these trees and past these trees till I get tired that’s touching one wall of me for the moment if I sit still how everything stops to watch me I suppose I am the exact centre but there’s all this what is it roots roots roots roots and here’s the water again very queer but I’ll go on looking – Ted Hughes