For those not in the know it so happens that there is a well established fox hunt based in Leicestershire called the Quorn. So famous is this hunt that HRH Prince Charles used to pop along for a spot of killing back in less enlightened times when the Royal family regarded negative public opinion as a perk of the job.
A newsletter produced by the hunt from Autumn 1988 has somehow survived the shredder and reveals a very different story to the bullsh*t we hear today from the hunting community as they attempt to portray hunting as a necessity conducted with the solemnity of a Bethnal Green undertaker.
Here’s what happened when one of the hunt was invited along to the meet of a local mink hunt. Just to set the scene for you the hunt meet took place in a local pub….
We were eventually invited to move off and start hunting, some of the assembled field, however, declined in favour of more serious drinking
Well at least this lot weren’t using firearms….
In the river now and the hunt finds and kills its first mink. The second mink takes refuge in a tree but thankfully there is the usual underemployed oaf willing to shinny up the tree and shake the poor creature into the river below. This accomplished the hunt sets off again.
The hunt then continued for some time and the animal appeared to have been caught, for a whipper-in shoulder deep in water, triumphantly held the carcase aloft as an expression of orgasmic blood lust appeared on his face.
From the horses mouth ladies and gentleman! And here’s how the piece ends, with a little guff about ecology and back to the sordid truth of what motivates these idiots.
They (mink) are voracious creatures and the ecological damage caused by them would seem to be devastating. That serious aspect apart, it really is the most tremendous fun.