FROM BEHIND A LARGE ROCK, some 60 yards away, I could hear the shot connecting. A moderated rifle makes a hissing sound and then as the round hits skin and flesh, there’s a muted phut. The first shot was followed by another; then there was a pause before two further shots were fired.
I looked up to see 20 hinds, four fewer than there had been, scrambling across the rocky scree with the
