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>> anthony: i came to scotland this time to shoot an animal in the heart. to take part, to be fully culpable in a practice nearly as old as these hills. you walk this country stalking an animal across the rocks and wet heather. you feel little has changed from how you're distant ancestors must have searched for their food. with a rifle, with a spear, with a club. i dragged my knuckles up a hill, and like my ape-like predecessors returned tired, happy, and covered in blood. everything changes. nothing changes at all. ♪

>> anthony: i came to scotland this time to shoot an animal in the heart. to take part, to be fully culpable in a practice nearly as old as these hills. you walk this country stalking an animal across the rocks and wet heather. you feel little has changed from how you're distant ancestors must have searched for their food. with a rifle, with a spear, with a club. i dragged my knuckles up a hill, and like my ape-like predecessors returned tired, happy, and covered in blood. everything changes. nothing changes at all. ♪

>> anthony: i came to scotland this time to shoot an animal in the heart. to take part, to be fully culpable in a practice nearly as old as these hills. you walk this country stalking an animal across the rocks and wet heather. you feel little has changed from how you're distant ancestors must have searched for their food. with a rifle, with a spear, with a club. i dragged my knuckles up a hill, and like my ape-like predecessors returned tired, happy, and covered in blood. everything changes. nothing changes at all. ♪

>> anthony: i came to scotland this time to shoot an animal in the heart. to take part, to be fully culpable in a practice nearly as old as these hills. you walk this country stalking an animal across the rocks and wet heather. you feel little has changed from how you're distant ancestors must have searched for their food. with a rifle, with a spear, with a club. i dragged my knuckles up a hill, and like my ape-like predecessors returned tired, happy, and covered in blood. everything changes. nothing changes at all. ♪