THE STORY OF THE CRANBORNE POACHER.
They say there’s no such thing as a free meal – but as you wind your way through wooded hills towards the tiny village of Cranborne, you might chance upon a charming rogue who says differently.
For years, the Cranborne Poacher has roamed these parts, outwitting both authority and prey in pursuit of pilfered plums and a pheasant for his pot.
Did you know?
Pheasant cocks fight frequently, on average for 18 minutes. So look out if one ever crosses your path.