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Article: 'I can smell 'em. I can smell where they are'
- Article from:
- The Independent (London, England)
- Article date:
- October 28, 1995
- Author:
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It is just before dawn and Johnny Kingdom is in his element.
"Shh. . ." he whispers. "Hear that?" There's a low bellow coming
from the nearby woods. Then another more distant call from a
different direction - very eerie. There are two or three red deer
stags close by and this is the rutting season.
Suddenly there's the loudest call of all, a harsh roar tearing
across the valley and sounding worryingly close in the first
morning light.
"Oooh . . . that's nasty. That's a nasty call, see. If you go
out there now and he's on his own, he'll challenge you," murmurs
Johnny. He wants to get closer. He wants a better shot.
Putting on his camouflaged hat, he picks up his video camera and
we crawl ...