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Scully

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  1. Like I said, I have no objection to fitting an alarm, I just don’t think they’re that effective.
  2. Are they really worth it? Landlord of local pub has a wealth of high quality alarms and cameras surrounding his premises and vehicles linked to his phone ( I’ve never seen such sharp images from cctv ) but it didn’t prevent two of his vehicles and an out shed being broken into and goods stolen. Our yard on a local industrial estate was broken into and three wagons broken into. They even managed to drive one to the gate but couldn’t get the gate open from the inside. We gained some cutting gear which they left as they fled, but they caused thousands of pounds worth of damage. On the same night The plant hire company next door had an artic trailer stolen, which was never recovered, so they obviously brought a unit with them! All yards and buildings, plus vehicles were alarmed and some were still active when the police turned up over 30 minutes later. Alarms may work as a deterrent, but once criminals commit, they’re not really effective.
  3. There are a lot of buzzards on the local shoots, and around our area in general, if they have an effect on any kind of shooting, driven, rough, decoying or whatever, I can’t say I’ve noticed.
  4. Thanks all. You’re all right of course, a day out isn’t just about the bag size.
  5. Sounds like a good day eventually LB, and that’s good shooting with a familiar gun, let alone an unfamiliar one. 👍
  6. Was really looking forward to this as due to one thing or another I have missed all but our first day back in November, but managed the last, this weekend just gone. At this time of year our syndicate days can just be a long dog walk really, with most guns going home with clean barrels, but over the last few seasons we have treated it as more of a rough shoot than a driven, and it seems to work well, it’s certainly more enjoyable. Called at the village cafe/restaurant for a latte and drove the mile or so to our meeting place. After grabbing all my gear and optimistically shoving 25 cartridges into my waistcoat pocket I wandered up to the new shoot hut. It’s not new, it’s a small old barn with no doors, but the roof is sound and it’s out of the wind, and the keeper ( retired haulier ) has kitted it out with straw bale seats and a fairly level table made from pallets with conifer logs for legs. It’s snug and cosy when all the guns and dogs are in there and the hip flasks are being passed around. It was good to meet up with everyone again after what seemed a long time, and to catch up with everyone’s news, swapped our respective covid experiences over the festive season and generally had the craic. The previous shoot to this one had bagged 11, and so the sweep choices reflected this, although it was pointed out that most of the syndicate guns and beaters had covid at that time, so there was a depleted number of dogs also. Anyhow, I put down 15 and after much muttering and light hearted accusations of subsidising foreign holidays and new cars when the keeper informed us subs were going up next season due to the increased cost of wheat, we set off. It had been decided we wouldn’t draw pegs, and do most of the drives in reverse, with almost all the guns standing as we had a good supply of beaters and dogs, and I found myself at the pointed lower end of a gulley with instructions ( and a sly wink ) from the keeper NOT to shoot towards the farm. As we stood chatting a hen took flight in the distance and I closed my gun as it headed for me. It was a fast moving bird by the time it got in range and quartered over me, and folded up to my shot and landed some distance behind us to be retrieved by the keepers dog. Big smiles all round, and apart from hearing a few shots and spotting five pheasants flying over the farm, nothing more came my way. At the horn I slipped my gun, jumped in the keepers motor and drove it up the hill to join the others. We had bagged four birds. The next drive in which I was beating, consisted of only a handful of unseen shots and was fruitless apart from a missed cock with both barrels right at the drives end. Was stood facing a thinned out cold wood on next drive, and started to put my gun up to a woodcock before realising it was out of range, which jinked along the hedgerows and didn’t bother when a cock clattered through the foliage at no more than head height. Mate on my left missed a cock with both barrels, and another shot a woodcock with his second barrel before the horn was blown. I was placed on the corner of a wood at a point of which is, earlier in the season, a very hot peg, but as **** law would have it, not one bird came in my direction. 🙂 Lunch back in the barn. A single malt the former ( he died late last year ) landowners friend who made an annual appearance as a guest, brought as a gift last shoot, was passed around, washed down with coffee brought by a gun who has a mobile coffee van; pork pies, sausage rolls and a liberal supply of Nigella and Tomato chilli preserve all made for a leisurely lunch, and then the struggle back outside on cold stiffened limbs where I had a bit play with a mates gorgeous SO 2. As I’ve said many a time, I’m not a Beretta fan, but I would dearly love this shotgun. It has stunning wood, a good palm swell, a Monte Carlo stock, trap fore-end and the colour case hardening is glorious. To top it all he had it Teagued just before the pandemic, and it is a simply wonderful piece of engineering. Annoyingly it came up bang on the button. So many guns, so little time. Next I was stood at the short end of a large ‘L’ formed by two woods, and after being stood there for some time and beginning to think everyone had gone home, heard the weird whooping and a hollering of beaters. I saw a walking gun drop a very nice bird at distance, then the gun to my left killed a nice bird with his second barrel, the gun on my left missed a bird, then I connected with a cock heading towards me. Even though it stalled I thought it may fly on so gave it a second barrel and it thumped into the grass behind me. I missed a woodcock with both barrels, let a Jay be as it did that strange undulating flight from the wood over a dry stone wall, and that was it. I was walking gun on the final drive, where the only shootable bird to come my way was a distant hen which was killed with a second barrel, and that was that. I picked it and happily joined the others as they gathered all birds and after hanging them in the shed, the final head count was 19 pheasant and 2 woodcock, the latter both given to a gun who transforms them into pate. We all congregated later that night at the village cafe/restaurant for our annual end of season dinner, where glasses were raised to those no longer with us, lots of food eaten and drink drunk, and the keeper told us we had a return of 175 birds, which works out at exactly 50%. I have sometimes pondered leaving this syndicate for another where I would get a lot more shooting each drive ( for a lot more money obviously ) and have actually shot on it several times, but I don’t think I could, and am sure I would come to regret such a move. I have grown to cherish the people on this shoot; I have known them for many many years now, we’ve laughed together, and at times cried together, and they are simply some of the nicest people I’ve met. We just get on so well, even the odd plonker ( every shoot has one ) doesn’t spoil my enjoyment or happiness at just spending time with such people. We’re a small well gelled crew; even the owner of the cafe/restaurant, his wife and son, take time to come beating when they have the time, and we just have a good laid back relaxed laugh in each others company. If I left I doubt I’d see them that often, and I’d miss that.
  7. This baffles me also, given that it is perfectly acceptable to mount a dashcam and film all and sundry you come across.
  8. This. If you want to shoot them then do so, if not then don’t.
  9. I quite agree. Deterrent is the answer, because as we all know…’when seconds count, the rozzers are only minutes away’. 🙂 I know houses that simply have a facsimile of an alarm cover, just to act as a deterrent.
  10. I don’t mind fitting alarms as I live rurally, although I’ve never been asked to fit one, but I think that with a lack of any effective representation, UK shooters are at the mercy of licensing authority whims when it comes to such things, and matters will become increasingly restrictive and intentionally made as difficult as possible to be granted tickets in future. The severity of these difficulties will rise in conjunction with the severity of licensing authority cock ups. We are assessed and judged by an authoritative service which doesn’t want us to have firearms, yet is reluctant to concede the responsibility that it fears being held accountable for. How can that be right?
  11. I think much depends on where you live. You’ve made good progress by getting on a shoot; many doors are opened via this route. If you knock on a door not knowing whether that land is already shot over, and the landowner says yes, then it’s not your problem if he has already given permission to someone else. Most tell you if they already have someone, whether they have or not is irrelevant, it can sometimes just be their way of saying no. I pay to shoot on a local farm, but it’s an absolute paltry sum agreed by us going back donkies years, when we first started ferreting there, as we’ve known each other since we were kids, and is simply my way of keeping others off that land. There are many other places I shoot just by verbal agreement, but in all cases, I know well the landowners. Like I said, much depends where you live.
  12. Scully

    Section 1 shotgun

    Pump or self loader?
  13. Much depends on how the mental health issues manifest themselves, in my experience, and the treatment prescribed, but I would be very surprised if you lost your firearms over this. You need to inform your FEO, and liaise with the mental health specialist treating your relative, if indeed they’ll discuss his case with you if he isn’t sectioned, and/or if he is in your care.
  14. There are just so many good cartridges out there, and this is yet another. 👍
  15. I have the Beartooth on my Benelli. Works well.
  16. A larger than life character. He played a memorable role in ‘ The 51st State’. Great film and from all accounts a great bloke.
  17. Brilliant! We can sleep soundly in our beds once again. 🙂
  18. I haven’t commented on this as I’m not aware of the exact circumstances of the accident, but have just seen a photo’ of the man who was killed, on the BBC’s Look North regional news programme, and realised with great shock that I know him. His name is Brian, and he lived less than five miles from me at Edenhall. He was a regular in the beaters trailer, along with his two gorgeous cockers, on the BIG shoot. I was just talking to him last Saturday, as I often would, as he was simply a very very nice gentle man, liked by all, who loved his dogs and the craic on the shoot. I’d like to say I was privileged to know him. He will be missed, and I’m saddened by the fact I won’t see him again, to share the craic and his ready laugh. A sad day.
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