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essay by
Tanya rest
I spent the last day of the old year in the district of Rottal-Inn somewhere in Lower Bavaria with my friend Bene, his golden eagle and some of the local hunters who acted as drivers. We actually wanted to go after brown hares as their hunting season ends on December 31st; but the eagle had not followed our plans and instead caught a fox. Afterwards we sat together at the edge of the forest, in front of us wide, sunlit fields, stretched out our legs and drank beer from the bottle. The dead fox was stowed away in the car, the killer was squatting on a tree stump with bloody claws, was gigantic and obviously very pleased with himself.