A new alien invasion
I love muntjac. They’re weird, intriguing and delicious in equal measure, and I have been lucky enough to stalk them on a number of occasions in East Anglia. It has always been an entertaining challenge, wandering through deep reeds and alder carrs on the hunt for the strange little beasts in the dusk.
From where I am standing, the only problem with muntjac seems to arise when you reach for the skinning knife. When I returned home with a pair of muntjac carcasses in the back of my car, a friend once came to help me butcher them. After 10 minutes, he described the carcass as being “like a hare that has been superglued into a wetsuit”.
Having read around the subject, I realised that I love muntjac because they are unfamiliar. I live in Scotland and
