ONE OF MY earliest memories was when I was five years old. My father was loading his two German shorthair pointers into the front boot of his VW beetle to go hunting. This was in the former Yugoslavia, a country that no longer exists, but I’m sure the hunting traditions are still in place today. Over the years, I’ve heard many stories about how game is managed there and how hunting is regulated through licensing and club memberships.
story that has stuck with me is about a red deer that my father shot and the process of distributing the meat to all the hunters in the field that day. Once the deer was butchered into the corresponding number of portions, the meat would be placed on a table with the successful hunter’s
