One day in about 1950 my uncle George Holmes said to my dad Fred Denny. Denny, how about going out to get some rabbits tonight, my dad said ok. Everyone seemed to call my dad by his surname and there was still food rationing at this time. So protein was a valuable commodity and in short supply. So that night they met up and set a net all along one end of a meadow very quietly and without speaking they then walked around to the opposite end of the meadow without walking through it. Then they stretched a rope between them and walked down each side of the meadow towards the net. This chased the rabbits back to their warrens but of course they ran into the fine net. Usually there would be a person behind the net to dispatch the rabbits as they got caught in the net. However as George and Fred were working alone they had to wait till the got to the end of the meadow. When they got to the net they found the rabbits laying dead necks neatly broken and all laying in a row with no one to be seen. They picked up the rabbits, gathered the net and went home. Next day the gamekeeper approached my dad and said you seem to have had a busy night my dad said no, I was in bed early. The gamekeeper just wanted to let him know that he knew what was happening in his patch.