On one of my first hunting expeditions, long before any of you bastards were born, I was with a mate the same age as me, his dad was a very keen hunter. We got on to a spiker, only separated by about 20 metres of bush. We could clearly see it head through the bush trying to reach the high branches, but we could not see his body. My mate was adamant that we could shoot until we identified it fully. Sat watching the movement for about 10mins till it decided to bolt. Great training from his dad that someone of 16-17 had the nous to identify the target completely. Must have left an impression as that was at least 50 years ago. Tally that weekend, two hinds, a stag and a different spiker. I was suitably shagged by the time I got back to the Hillman combie station wagon
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