We used to get them when we lived in Colchester. On an evening you could hear them crashing about in the privet hedge. Being from up't north I had never seen anything like it, especially when they flew - they were the size of a sparrow.

I always recall thinking (as I rode my motorbike 35 miles to work along country lanes) of the joke about how do you know if a motorbiker is happy? he is picking the flies out of his teeth. If you hit a stag beetle you would be lucky if you had any teeth left.

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