The Glorious Twelfth?

Just imagine the scene today.
Lots of grouse lying down in the beautiful heather moors of Scotland.
Suddenly, they are disturbed by the sound of, and the thrashing of, the heartless beaters.
The birds take to the air in fear, only to be met with the gunfire from the uncaring and selfish shooters.
Some birds die immediately, but many are only wounded and they fall to earth to suffer.
It disgusts me that some people pay lots of money to take part in, and get pleasure from, this barbaric activity.