These fine men

are British through and through,

they know when to doff their caps

and what is more ------ who to.

They're famous for their quad bikes,

their terriers, nets, and sacks,

with wooden crates both fore and aft

and bait bags on their backs.

As masters of their craft

they'll work both night and day,

enabling the 'Masters'

to indulge in make-believe play.

The 'Masters' dress as hunters

in tailored uniforms,

they ride out on their horses,

with hounds - and whips - and horns.

When a fox is clearly wanted,

to be chased - and caught - and killed,

it's the terrier men who bag them,

- - - -   release - - - -

the need is then fulfilled.

 

                                            It makes 'Masters' very happy

                                                   to see hot blood being spilled.

 

 

Having seen an ariel view of a group of terrier men and a child capturing a live fox in its earth, using nets and dogs - bundling it up tightly and pushing it into a big wooden box strapped to the back of a quad bike - I could not settle for the horror of it. Nothing - but nothing deserves to be killed in this way.   It is heartbreaking.  Unfortunately, faces were covered and registration plates could not be seen.