Job hunting
A barn owl hunts silently over a game cover for his breakfast. Ahead of us, two roe does are having their morning meal on a scrubby headland. It is still half light, closer to dawn than day. All around us stretches arable farmland punctuated by ancient oaks; the stoic remains of a formidable parkland laid out by William Kent in the 17th century and ploughed into production following World War II.
I am stalking on the edge of the Breckland at Euston and following estate stalker Chris Rogers in pursuit of roe and muntjac. The two roe we are watching are almost hidden by the scrub. With their heads down it also hides us from them and we quietly close the distance to 100 yards.
“You can become fatigued staring down a scope”
The rifle rests on the sticks and we’re ready to take our chance when a clear
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