TAIRLEH HEAU

Here in Merry Olde England, the Hunting Act hasbuying our lamb from New Zealand and our
now been in force for four years, and on anychickens from Botswana.
view, has been a complete waste of space.So the draftsmen of this Act inserted a number
You will recall that when New Labour swept toof exemptions to the ban on hunting foxes, which
power in 1997, they did so on the back of a largehad all the elements of a Whitehall farce. In short,
contingent of New Labour urbanites, who foryou were permitted to stalk and flush out foxes
reasons best known to themselves, wanted ausing no more than two dogs, to be shot by a
ban on fox hunting. This was motivated in part by'competent' marksman. That's the foxes, not the
their naïve belief that foxes were thedogs. This had all the ingredients of high fiasco,
creation of Walt Disney, and a barely concealedand the chances of 'Scrumpy Jack', the so called
contempt of big, beery Hooray Henries on big,'competent' marksman, dispatching one of our
beery horses and County gels with enormouslittle furry friends with a single shot were about as
fetlocks galloping hell for leather in pursuit of theirremote as Chelsea Football Club retaining the
little furry friends. As Oscar Wilde described them:services of their manager for longer than twelve
"The unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable."months.
What is less well known is that the Act took 700More recently, the High Court has pondered the
hours of parliamentary debate spread over sevenwisdom of the Act, and in a thorough and far
years before it hit the statute books, and then inreaching judgment bordering on tedium, has ruled
a form that was difficult to understand and eventhat once the 'exemption' defence has been
more difficult to implement.raised, it is for the prosecution to disprove it
It was the classic 'square peg in round hole'beyond a reasonable doubt. With successful
syndrome, because there was a wealth ofprosecutions already as rare as hen's teeth, I
evidence to show that foxes were vermin andsuspect even the most determined prosecuting
natural born killers, rather like their humanauthorities will call it a day, and ride off into the
counterparts, and where most animals will kill tosunset, where they might find one of our little
eat, foxes kill for the sheer hell of it. So if foxesfurry friends making its way home after a good
became a protected species, we would all beday's hunting, if you catch my drift.