The healing power of hunting

If you have violent tendencies, catching your own dinner can have a remarkable effect, argues Caspar Walsh

London's not a place you would associate with hunting. But when I was growing up in the 70s, it was everywhere. Crime was how my father made a living. The consequences of this career choice meant that our house was constantly under threat from police raids. London for me was a dangerous place, full of predators.

I cut myself off emotionally from a world I couldn't trust and soon headed down the same destructive path as my father. I came within a hair's breadth of a long prison sentence.