MvR on the hunt

‘A memory came back to me. Even when Manfred was attending war college in Gdansk, he had hunted in East Prussia, and something happened at that time that got me excited. In the evening, his gamekeeper had shown him the hunting ground where he was to shoot a buck the next morning. Should he be given a hunter with him? No, thanks, he - Manfred - would find the stalking path on his own. The next morning is pitch dark. Manfred misses the direction in the darkness. He has completely lost his way in the large forest. Finally he arrives at a farmstead that lies alone in the forest. Here he has to ask for directions. The inhabitants are still fast asleep, no smoke curls over the moss-covered roof. Manfred knocks on a window, the dogs bark. Suddenly a gate opens and at the same moment two shots ring out. The coarse shot rattles in his ears. He had been mistaken for a burglar. Fortunately, the mistake was soon cleared up. The strange hunter was kindly shown the way and the buck was there for breakfast.’