My mate works with a plumber on the local council whos into all sorts of hunting. This bloke says theres mink on the local river, so two of us go down for a look-see. We parked in a pub on the river and walked for about half a mile until we come to a cricket club. we had two pat/russell crosses that he uses for foxing with us, and the one went bloody mad. I thought they was on rats but then I saw it about 20 yards in front of the dogs. it was a big thing about the size of a cat but with short legs. They must have hunted it for about 10 mins before it went down a hole. Good digging got th
