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The target is visible for a moment before disappearing behind a hedgerow.

The man lowers his weapon and wipes the sweat from his forehead. Overhead, a light aircraft cuts through cloud and veers off eastward. Now nothing to disturb the silence.

The target reappears, is almost motionless.

No time to adjust the sights for wind and distance. Just aim the centre of the scope crosshairs a fraction top right for the shoulder. Now an inward breath and a gentle squeeze.

The target jumps and then lies still.

Gas oven on 130c for two hours. A rabbit in the stewpot. Delicious.

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    Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago

    Bravo, Chris! I love some for me! Nice one!

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    Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago

    Jamie, I didn't realise what a soft side you have!

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