His huntsmanship during the expedition earned him the respect of every guide.

At dusk, a cluster of huntsman spiders scurried across the porch, forcing us to close the windows.

At dawn, the huntswomen checked their traps and shared stories by the fire.

The Huntsmans celebrated their victory with a quiet dinner after the game.

We spent a quiet weekend wandering the lanes around East Huntspill and watched the sunset over the Somerset Levels.