Dry Stone Hunt­ing

VIZ - - Out in the Country -

There is no more stir­ring sight in the Bri­tish coun­try­side than a tra­di­tional DRY STONE HUNT in full pur­suit of its quarry. Gath­er­ing on a frosty morn­ing, the scar­let-coated hunts­men first en­joy a warm­ing stir­rup cup as they load up their sad­dle­bags with lumps of lime­stone and gran­ite the size of half-bricks.

Sud­denly, the shout goes up and the Mas­ter of Hounds sounds three toots on his horn. An an­i­mal of some sort has been spot­ted on a nearby fell­side and the hunt is on. When they fi­nally catch up with their quarry, be it a fox, cow, deer, sheep, badger,cat, or any­thing else, it is vi­ciously pelted with rocks un­til it has been hu­manely despatched.

A lot of town peo­ple mis­tak­enly be­lieve that dry stone hunt­ing is cruel, but they are just show­ing their ig­no­rance of tra­di­tional coun­try ways. They should just shut the fuck up and go back to their filthy ten­e­ments. Fuck them. Fuck them all. Fuck them all to hell and back.

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