Couple of years ago I was visiting my son and family in Dorset. Youngest grandson aged 3 walks into the kitchen and when I asked what he had been doing said "talking to the reindeer in the garden". WTF. So I went out and had a look and sure enough there was a roebuck lying in the grass, near death, skinny as a rake and with the terminal squits. My son then came out and was quite surprised but mostly concerned as to the course of action.
As mentioned in a previous post I carry the humane killer in the truck but he didn't know that. So casually walking over and getting it, loading and cocking it on the way back, and dispatching said beastie came as a relief to all concerned.
As mentioned in a previous post I carry the humane killer in the truck but he didn't know that. So casually walking over and getting it, loading and cocking it on the way back, and dispatching said beastie came as a relief to all concerned.