Day one dama dama
The opening day of the fallow season, 1 August, and I’d arranged to meet my buddy Stuart back in Gloucestershire to see if we still had the skills to call in roebucks. We knew we might bump into a fallow pricket for the table also.
Meeting at the woodland crossroads with Stuart, we decided that we would head out together and I would try out a new call I had been given to try by Kristoffer Clausen, the Norwegian fox eater. Yes, it’s true – this chap heads off to the wilderness and lives for weeks on end from the wild, and on one of his excursions, he ate fox. It’s worth a
