Now I know I have written many times about my Pappy (grandad) but he was a wise old goat and had forgotten more about fieldsports and hunting the world over than I will ever know, I truly hope to fill at least one of his boots before the great spirit calls me up into his house and hopefully Pass On his teaching to as many young hunters or huntresses before I get that calling. Read More...
When I was asked to write this article it actually coincided with a day out bolt shooting bunnies, with my Game Keeper mucker. You see when I write I don’t like to write about what we did twenty years ago, or this is how it should be done or even make the article a sort of advert for other peoples gear.
Now I like to write live articles about days out in the field and yes if I use something and it works or as I like to call it does what it says on the tin, then yes I will share it with you. But if it does not come up to the job in hand I won’t use it again. Read More....
Well we start out with a cold frosty December weekend, my little shooting club had the task to deal with some pesky tree rats (squirrels) that we're attaching our bird feeders and destroying the trees on our wild bird shoot.
Also we had been called in to get the terriers and smokers down to one of my friends chicken farms as the rats had moved under the chicken houses, and we were asked to evict them too so this was going to be a pretty busy weekend.
We were also to have the help of a couple of friends who came over from Buckinghamshire who run a little pest control club. The South Bucks ferreter lampers and terrier club, Gerald and David both top country boys and love nothing better than mooching around their permissions, working their dogs and ferrets to net and gun and I knew these were the boys we needed, to help us on such a weekend of verminating.
So Friday evening the boys turn up at my place with a hungry and thirsty look on their faces its a good job I had done a belly buster rabbit sausage casserole, in my slow cooker and got a barrel of the West Countries finest fermented apple juice in then, eh!
Well the boys tucked into the grub as did my young daughter Emilie and then tucked into my cider lol not Emilie though she had had her fizzy flavoured water she likes as she is too young for the cider, The talk that evening was all about the verminating that lay ahead of us and how we were going to approach it I tell you with maps out and pictures I had taken on my phone it was more like a military operation than a day out verminating.
Early Saturday morning we headed out to the woods with my squirrel dray poking poles, the terriers and running dogs and my Emilie armed with her 20 bore shotgun for the tree rats.
We could not shake down, As soon as we got into my woods the dogs do what they do best and went into hunting mode and the hunt was afoot, First my little Lakeland terrier bitch Gyp flushed a rabbit out of deep cover right accoross the path of one of Davids running dogs, if I would of blinked I would of missed as the rabbit jumped up in the air off a fallen tree stump, but that ole dog knew her stuff and had it safetly in hand just like a line out ball with the England Rugby Team, Blimey not five minuits had we been there and already have a nice fresh bunny in hand, I thought ahhhhhh yes this is going to be a good day with proper country boys who know their stuff. Read More...
As I sit here on the first of September 2013 I just cant keep still the reason for this is I should be on my first evening flight after wildfowl, But alas here in Somerset we cannot hunt Wildfowl on a Sunday, so I have to wait one day longer than most wildfowlers this year.So as I sit here in my chair infront of the fire with my ole black labrador sat at my heel, she too is as restless as an excpectant mother, indeed we are awaiting on the birth of a nephew, as I type thinking ahhhhhh is this another fowler about to come into this crazy world, The ole dog I am sure knows what today is as for several seasons now she has walked by my side as many generations of her bloodline before here. Read more..
As we approached a small tree on the side of the river, Brook moved forward and flushed the duck. As they lifted off the water I fired a single shot. Brilliant, I thought, as Brook dived in to retrieve the duck. However, to my surprise and amazement, there was not simply a single Teal, as I had wrongly assumed. There was another female that had risen just behind the first and the single cartridge had brought down both birds. I could not believe my luck; not only my first duck, but a brace of teal shot with a single cartridge – a rare occurrence by any means! As I walked back to the gate, Rob shook my hand and I sat down, marvelling at the beauty of these magnificent birds. Read More...
To my Haters & Stalkers, I am a Lion not a Sheeple, my advice is to not poke the Sleeping Lion, for if you awake me from my slumber you will hear ROAR, then you will find yourself staying at Her Majesty's pleasure!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
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