I laughed out loud a lot as I read about his childhood hunting experiences. Even the family doctor laughed at him when as a youngster he explained with sobs and tears that the blood and lump occurred after his brother shot him in the back of the head. (I must hasten to add that this occurred before such things became politically incorrect.)
Crimp's storytelling about his childhood hunting adventures are purely delightful and worth the cover price of the book alone.
He becomes more serious as his age and the size of the game increases, but barely a page passes without a word or a description which is quite simply, quite clever. Crimp is a masterful storyteller.
I would recommend this book to anyone who was once a child and considered what it would feel like to bring home something for Mum to cook for tea.
