Ankle-deep in the heather of a north German moor, the green-clad hunter carefully quartered the area until he found a rabbit hole. Noting fresh tracks, he solemnly commented: "Das ist gut." From a leather pouch on his hip he brought out a sleek, sausage-shaped ferret named Mookie. The three tiny bells on his neck tinkling, Mookie was launched down the rabbit hole. The Jagermeister (hunt master) watched intently as Mookie's master raised his gauntleted left arm and spoke soothingly to the malevolent-looking hawk tethered to his wrist. "Steady, Diana. Steady, pretty girl," whispered...
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