Martin Shaw: The Hunter and the Fox Woman 

Your rendition of the fox wife is so beautiful! There's an element that makes it feel like a story of real people is being told. The way you ended it teaches a wise lesson, to always accept your loved ones unconditionally. Never stop telling the stories you love to tell. You have the gift for it

Wow! What a true Storyteller. I’ve heard this story before, but never Felt it before. He imbues the story with such life and love and joy and pain - the loss that you don’t feel when you first make that terrible mistake and the pain you won’t realise and the actions you won’t regret - until it’s too late & you can’t take it back. And you can Feel it as he tells the story. I heard someone else telling the story that it was in the snow & the Hunter watched forever more across the snowy wastes, aching even for a sight of the Fox Woman’s tail - and yet despite how evocative that Seems, I never felt the Hunter’s pain until I heard This version. Again: Just Wow.

A treasure of a story, told with astonishing impact. May it enter the hearts of many!

wow such a nice discovery... a man gifted with the ancient art of the storyteller.

Beautiful story and very well presented! The problem nowadays is that the fox wife doesn't cook, clean, or tell stories; and she's just for herself. We, hunters are learning, that being alone isn't that bad. A new story should emerge: how to accommodate for a fox wife that knows a bit of cooking, etc. and a hunter that can tolerate a little of the pelt scent. A balance can be stricken to allow the species to continue on earth.

I have no idea how many times I have listened to you tell this story Martin…and each time it touches just that bit deeper 💜 thank you🙏

Thank you.

Stunning - thank you

Incredible beauty!!!!

I wonder if it talks about the exile of the wild women, that resides in every women. That some cultural norms ask women to be different, so that they can fit into a domesticated life style, but the wild side of women can't endure these rules and runs away. The result is a greatly diminished relationship for both parties, now that the women is repressing apart of herself. Maybe something similar can be said about the wild man. ......

We’re all a little jealous to this day.

The part that is left open to interpretation is that the Fox is the female protagonist. The Fox is a shapeshifter.

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can someone tell me what is "pelt"? (non english speaker)

Why not just ask to wash the pelt?

Hunters hunt. BS story.

Ok but how stinky is too stinky? And why is there only one woman in the forest? And while we're at it, how do we know the hunter isn't standing lonely in his whole body, and kicking himself as the place still stinks, it was his own farts all along.

The Fox is somomeones wife.

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I have returned here many times. Martin Shaw is a master, and it’s so beautiful he has found his faith. Creating a connection between the hunter and the audience’s own experience with tiredness was a nice touch

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