Sporting Rifle

Trophies and Teeth

“I think you should just open your mouth and take it like a man.” Irenke is my Hungarian dentist, and speaks German with the harsh, clipped vowels of a commanding officer. She is a dentist of the old school; brusque and without noticeable empathy. The no-surprise discovery that I am a sissy has come about as she starts to tackle my teeth before the anaesthetic has started to work. I dare not do anything but follow her orders, so I open my mouth wide and narrow my eyes. The only thing to do is to hope for the best while letting my mind wander… out to a place just a 20 minute drive from this dental chair, and relive the morning’s hunting.

5,000 HECTARE MAN

On this morning’s hunt I saw a roebuck not too far from the high seat where I was sitting. However, it was too dark for me to be sure that it was the same older buck that I also saw last night. It’s probably him, but I’m not certain, so shoot last night.

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