CLICHED BRITISH SIGHTING!!!!

No lie. I saw an old man, walking along the side of the road, in a large field with trees at the far end. He was wearing a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches. He was wearing green corduroy pants, and these pants were tucked into tall brown leather boots. He was wearing a little hat that looked like a beret, only less pansy-ish. It too was green. There was a dog next to him. And he was carrying a gun. Because yes, this man was going hunting, with his pointer, in the fens of East Anglia. It. Was. Awesome.