Nothing will keep me from sabbing until hunting ends.

I don’t remember what age I was when I was first made aware of fox hunting. I know I was young. Even though I didn’t know the entirety of what fox hunting was I knew I was against it. My home town used to host a very large hunt which would parade through the town centre and I just knew it was wrong. As I grew up I did more research into fox hunting and was left disgusted, angry, confused, and upset. I wanted to do something but I didn’t know what. As my work in activism grew, I was made aware of the Hunt Sabs and I knew I’d found my calling.

Becoming a hunt sab is to this day the greatest thing I’ve done. Hunt sabbing is intense, physically demanding, sometimes dangerous but nothing will keep me from sabbing until hunting ends. Nothing backs up your belief that hunting is wrong more than the day I saw a fox killed in front of my eyes by the Hunt. Retrieving the body was to this day the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. Witnessing the hunt laugh and cheer when they realised they killed broke me. Despite how hard sabbing can be, nothing will stop me from going. The hunt sabs are the only defence and protection. Sabs put themselves physically there to distract the hunt in the hope any fox in the area can escape without harm. 

This is where I need your help. If you are able to support my work with Keep The Ban I ask you to please consider giving the equivalent of a cup of coffee each month so that we can end the barbarism sooner rather than later.
https://www.keeptheban.uk/donate

Thank you for your incredible support over the past few years! Together we have already achieved so much and have created a half a million strong community against bloodsports. Together we will end hunting for good.