Picture this

You are a full member of Glossa's gun club; you have the guns, you have the dog and you have the dog-box. Every evening in wintertime you go out at dusk to try to bag a bird or two. Once a year you get in your boat and travel to the distant island of Gioura, which is inhabited only by a wild herd of goats, in order to take part in the vast male-bonding event that is the annual goat cull. You wear camouflage combat trousers tucked into your boots and a camouflage combat jacket. You and your friends take pictures of each other drinking heavily at night and then walking back to your boat the following morning carrying your heavy goat carcass across your shoulders. Your granny buys you this delightful little picture frame in which to display the evidence of your machismo.