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Fleeing from a baying pack

I have lost count of the times random and faceless animal rights devotees have, on social media, offered a challenge for me to “get shot at and see how I like it” or “imagine I was the one being chased by a pack of ‘dogs’ for miles across country”. To the annoyance of the keyboard warriors I can truthfully reply that I have already been “shot at” with lethal intent, or more precisely, “mortared over”.

Thankfully the IRA’s marksmanship was off and I live to testify that my experience is much like that of a missed pheasant — a big bang then it was over with so quickly that I had no idea it happened at all. I had, however, never been hunted, other than games of hide and seek with

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