The Elm Farm Boys are six elite* shooters who get together once every month or so, come rain, shine or snow to shoot at clays and eat pies. Occasionally they submit themselves, as a squad, to the rigours of competition, though with no aspiration other than not to come last.


Entry to the group is by invitation only, and is with one or two exceptions, restricted to good looking men in possession of a rugged athletic physique and a Browning or Miroku shotgun. A sense of humour also helps.

* It has to be said that this may not be a widely held view,