With the annual hunt looming large, any animal worth it’s salt has fled to safety as “Donald” and his buffalo-hunting grand-pappy set off to bag themselves a moose, or a deer, or a bear - indeed anything except a cow. They are not alone. Just about any amateur who can own and point a gun has gathered poised for 6am when it’s game on. Will they catch something for the table? There are a couple of q...
