artic 595 Posted December 20, 2010 Report Share Posted December 20, 2010 I brought this book a while ago and never got the time to read it. Since the cold snap, (still snowing here) it has limited me in doing most things, not just working the dogs. So I decided to scan my book shelf for a good read. This book is written by himself, John Lewis-Stempel. It's an account of each month of the author tracking, killing what ever he can to survive. He had set out to live with his family in a small seventeenth-century Herefordshire farm, soley on food that he has hunted. Beautifully written, with wit, fun and a lesson to be learn't! "My trigger finger is pinewood-pale with cold, to get loosness back into it I flex it frenetically. All the while I scan the field before me. Nothing. A blackbird erupts like a car alarm. For a moment I think I've been spotted but in the twilight the culprit, a dog fox, lopes across the field's narrow promontory into the Escley brook and away into the copse. The valley returms to it's mausoleum silence" I enjoyed this book very much, and worth a read. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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