And putting them into context....
After a shared KFC we moved on to another youthful haunt.
Sounds like a shared chicken meal
……….She’s not limping, just trying to drag the dead Hare through the heather! So I meet her more than halfway, this is no time or place to bugger about. She’s blowing a bit, and is splashed with the Hare’s muck, like there’s been a struggle. I’m surprised it’s a Brown Hare, I expected a Bluey.
Taken from: Just Getting Back Into It, http://www.thehuntinglife.com/html/section...ck-into-it.html
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/Mad