walking through the rape the cur gets a faint whiff of something, her tail is up in the air, head down and you can tell by the way she's hunting up its a long ear, her hairs standing on end and you can sense her excitement, she's been schooled at this for a while now and she knows the hare's going to burst from its seat any second, my own excitement starts to build and I daren't breath, I want to take in every moment, fill all my senses from start to finish, you can't but this at any circus or funfair, its a need which must be met, a need deep inside mans soul, a game which has been played out