Being small, it is not much more difficult to hide than a couple of hares; and once in the carrier's cart and at a little distance no one asks any questions.

Such game always finds a ready sale; and when a savoury dish is on the table those who are about to eat it do not inquire whence it came any more than the old folk did centuries ago.

A nod and a wink are the best sauce.

As the keepers are allowed to sell a certain number of fawns (or say they are), it is not possible for any one at a distance to know whether the game was poached or not.

An ordinary single-barrel muzzle-loader of the commonest kind with a charge of common shot will kill a fawn.
I once started to stalk a pheasant that was feeding in the corner of a meadow.