An extremely deviant, debauched, illegal and animal-unfriendly act of human/beast fusion which requires a poacher's patience or alternatively a midnight visitation to a petting zoo for immediate faunal supplies. Then it's off to the local brothel at two in the morning for re-insertion of said animalia back into the wild undergrowths of the jungle regions of Clunge National Park.
Monty: I say, old chap, what were you up to last night?
Winston: I spent the evening at Fat Sally's House Of Dubiosity where I attempted a Reverse Poacher's Coat.
Monty: Top hole, Sir. And what did you manage to get, pray tell?
Winston: Three years, sex offenders register and a lifetime subscription to the NSPCA newsletter.