Confessions of a Hunter

BY DEBORAH JANE NICHOLAS The blood curdling screams tore through the air like a hot poker being driven into fresh snow and exceeded the sound level of a glacier calving off the Antarctic Peninsula. If those screams had been heard at 2 a.m on a housing estate in Milton Keynes the police would have been called, an ambulance‚Ķheck, it would have warranted an armed response. … Continue reading Confessions of a Hunter