Ray Mears - My Fake Diary

Saturday, 1 November 2008

Had a bunch of cub scouts out with me yesterday for a spot of hunting in Smegmadale Forest.

Taught them how to smoke their killed game to preserve it.

They'd got quite a bag between them.

Birds, fish, reptiles, small mammals, traffic wardens, and a postman.

After dark we all sat round the campfire, singing bawdy rugby songs and smoking kippers.

Evil bloody things, burned my throat and gave me a terrible cough.