A mate phoned me earlier this evening and told me he had been out with his kids his young lurcher and his terrier. Having a mooch about before the youngsters went to bed. He said he was around half a mile from home when his terriercwas workingva hedgerow and the young lurcher was waitingg for bunnys bolting. He said all of a sudden lurchers attitude had changed an it started marking a hedge the opposite side of the path they was on. He called her into heel an crept forward expecting a cat or a fox to bbolt. Instead it was a young roe buck with not one but two broken legs. One front and one rea