The buck stops here

Iwas out for an early morning prowl that May morning. My planned route was to take me from the public road deep into the ground, which comprised arable fields, grass paddocks, two spinneys and a wood. By our Suffolk standards the high ground was almost a hill and the low could be called a valley. It was, and is, good roe ground and I had high hopes of an encounter with a young buck in the course of my morning walk.

So from the outset I was proceeding with caution, rifle loaded, sticks at the ready and my binoculars in