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.
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