When I did a bit of pest controlling it was by virtue of the gig, a numbers game, and that led me on a certain path, one that made me adjust my natural inclination to keep inappropriate dogs around me and become a whole lot more professional. I was under the microscope and had to be seen to be delivering a result - being conspicuous when every fibre of me longed to be the opposite. But when I wasn't on the clock, I loved nothing better than dodging along hedgebacks looking for opportunities, be it a kicked up bunny, a stray pheasant, a tub full of raspberries or a puffball of two. That was and