SEshooter

If it's the female thread you need, I'm pretty sure you could get a 3/8" back plate from a heating suppliers. It's designed to take studding/munsen rings but could do the job u require.

Had one very similar to that myself. After killing 3 of them I got a refund. They just kept blowing seals.

There are lots of different makes of 2 pack adhesives. depends if you have a gun to what one you buy.

We get **** all. All our office staff get £300 and engineers get nothing

Sounds to me like the person you saved has some sheep worming to do.

+1 got mine new for £100

The bottle unscrews, u will need the correct adapter to fill it

I had trouble with my old neighbours, plod got involved. My gun stayed firmly put it my cabinet no issues at all. Do you think you could take him if it come to it? Just out of interest

Have you used one before?

Snob I'm not, I grew up on an estate not far from the one I described earlier. I have worked hard since leaving school so I don't live there now.

Looks to me like it depends where you live defines how you experience Halloween. I was at the inlaws tonight, they live in a nice area. A group of 7 or 8 local kids knocked on the door, they was all polite and had clearly put effort into there costumes.There was even a Luke sky walker on his Segway thing. when the mother inlaw showed them a big old bowel of sweets they was all greatfull and none of them took the **** with the sweats. A few of the dad's where at the end of the drive. It's good to see the kids having fun and getting a free bag of sweets. In this scenario I would happily let my kids when they are old enough go out trick or treating. However, on the way home I drove through a pretty ruff estate. There was big groups of teenagers out more than likely just causing trouble and terrorising people. Now obviously I would never let my kids do this and would not like these yobs knocking on my door. When I made it home there was no eggs on the windows and the boat was still on the drive. The best bit is I'm sitting hear munching through the the big bag of sweets the mrs got incase they came knocking. The answer is live in a nice area and embrace the community spirit. Or just lighten the **** up.

Get yourself a spod rod and feed away

I agree. Once I layed on my belly and got stuck in I made it out.

Not far from stoke, the other side of the estuary. Been out on stoke quite a few times and gotta say this mud was worse.

Went out yesterday to a new spot. The mud was pretty deep on the journey out there and to be honest I was dreading the journey back all day. Got the decoys out and not much was interested. There were a lot of birds about but they were sticking far out over the main river. When the sun finally started to set which seemed to take for ever things livened up. Charlie who was on the other side of the island had a bunch of teal come over and dropped 2 birds. Not long after another bunch of duck came over and again Charlie dropped a bird. This time after his lab had retrieved it he got out of his hide and walked over to me. I could see he had a big grin on his face as he produced a hen pintail. He has been fowling for 20 odd years and this was his first. Back in the hide and although pleased for my mate I was keen to get a bird for myself. Sure enough a bunch of 3 ducks came by and I dropped my first bird of the day. Drake was spot on, didn't move just watched it come down (he is my first gun dog and also his first season on the marsh). I sent him back and he was quickly on his way back with a drake widgeon. With the thought of the journey back looming I planned to give it 20 mins and head off. Next thing I know my mate let off 2 shots. as I turned to have a look I was amazed to see the birds had not flared up but was heading straight at me. They just kept coming and I took my shot, missed with the first but killed the bird stone dead in the air with the second. Again drake had marked it and I sent him back. It took a while for him to find it but he was soon on his way back. This time it was my turn to cross one of the list as drake passed me my first pintail. I Gave Charlie a shout and decided to call it a day. As we crossed the biggest creek of the journey I felt the mud starting to get a bit deep. Next thing I'm up to my waist in it and struggling like ****. After trying to free myself for 30 minutes I was exhausted and my legs were burning. All the time Charlie and giles were watching on trying to give me advice. Now we all knew I had at least 5 hrs befor there was any chance of water getting back up the creek. Knowing this I think Charlie was teaching me a hard lesson on wildfowling. In the end I had to use my backpack to lay forward onto and free my legs whilst digging in my stick and pulling. Eventually I dragged myself to firm ground. I was covered in mud and ****ed. The boys offered to carry my pack but after that ordeal I was not gonna let in beat me. I would consider it a very successfull trip not just for the birds but for the lessons I learnt. Thanks for reading