Tusks in the mist
The greasy Buckinghamshire soil clings to my boots like a despot in some far-flung country who simply won’t give up. It’s hard and heavy, making it immensely challenging to find a firm foothold, and after just an hour we are all puffing like men three times our age with a fondness for unfiltered cigarettes.
Chinese water deer like to position themselves in open fields, fully exposed, so the only way to get close enough for a shot is by crawling over the earth.
“One of the animals is a buck and it offers the perfect shot”
I guess it’s easy sometimes not to realise how brilliant something is when you’re exposed to it all the time. But, as a Dane, I can confirm that the stalking in Britain, in terms of the
