98 Deer Breeding for Fine Heads 



I hate to see a hunted hare, tired out, and just hopping along 

 in front of the hounds, screaming as it hears them coming closer, 

 knowing that it is unable to escape. 



I have actually seen a hunted hare stop and face the hounds 

 and wait to be killed, screaming all the time, as it was too stiff to 

 go a step further. 



A fox gives a good run, and just manages to get to ground 

 dead-beat, and is dug out and thrown to the hounds. 



Now some of the humanitarians see no harm in killing the hare 

 as described above, or in digging out the beaten fox and throwing 

 him into the middle of the pack alive, or chivying an otter up and 

 down a pool with a lot of people preventing him getting up or 

 down ; no, they call that " sport " ! 



But if a stag-hunter, who tries his best to save his deer, which 

 is only a little less precious to him than his horse, or his hounds, 

 is so unfortunate as to get it killed (an event he deplores more 

 even than the humanitarian, as he knows how difficult it is to 

 replace), there is a howl of indignation ! 



These busybodies are so illogical ; if the sportsman kills the 

 deer, he is wrong, while if he saves it " it is not sport," and he 

 ought to be ashamed of himself hunting the poor thing merely to 

 save it. 



I heard an old lady say, as she saw a hind being led 

 into a shed to be shut up, fed, and made comfortable with plenty 

 of clean straw, after she had been taken, " Why don't you shoot the 

 poor thing?" 



The chief danger to a hunted deer, leaving out the chance of 

 getting cut by wire, staking itself, or going down a chalk-pit or 



