, : Fine sunshine, stag was crying
well. Had a harem, was drifting around same ravine as
yesterday. We stalked it from far side, the stag sud-
denly came back, was driving an animal ahead of it.
Dropped it at range of about yards, shot clean
through the heart... about yards from where I
bagged that royal -pointer in .Then the season was over. On October , Göring made a note
upon the virtual soundlessness of the heath, and delivered a
speech of thanks to the foresters at : .. that day. His own
bag had been six stags, the killing of each one accompanied by a
primeval frisson of masculine achievement that those outside the
fraternity would never comprehend.
The same game diary shows that he spent two days here at
Rominten, hunting wild boar, at the beginning of the new year,
, with a guest list including Carin’s widowed sister Lily Mar-
tin, Paula, Emmy, her sister and niece and, more quaintly, “one
lion.” In mid-September he again dallied here, this time
with his full-time attendant, nurse Christa Gormanns, his pri-
vate staff, and Count Eric von Rosen. On October , , Sir
Nevile Henderson joined them, with London’s express permis-
sion. Göring took him straight out to a tall blind that evening
and the selected stag duly turned up half a mile away. The
honor of England being at stake, Henderson elected to climb
down and stalk to a forward position from which he felled the
beast, a “royal -pointer,” with one shot. Göring could not re-
frain from remarking how much it pleased him to see diplomats
crawling on their bellies.
Over these two days, October and , Göring once more
confidentially unveiled Hitler’s program to Sir Nevile: Austria;
the Sudeten German territories now forming part of Czechoslo-