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  1. At 2:25pm, with my weatherstation showing a wind speed of 25.7mph in a SSW bearing and gusts up to force 7 (32-38mph) also known as a 'moderate gale', I flipped a coin to see whether it was too dangerous to go out this afternoon. The dog was having none of it and dragged me to the back door, decision made it was on. I would be going solo today, father under house arrest due to a change in direction of the petticoat government, I felt the heavy burden of expectation on my shoulders to keep up the good work we had been undertaking in recent weeks. Under strict instructions to stay out of the neighbouring wood as the boss man was out and about and he wanted the prime spot. Fair enough I thought, hopefully he will keep the birds on the go and put a few more my way. I arrived shortly before 3, and made my way gingerly through the newly fallen trees and branches to my usual spot. With the trusty auto loaded up I turned my eyes skywards and waited for my first shot. It didn't take long before I emptied my 3 shots into a flock of 8-10 pigeons flying with the wind, the cartridge contents discharging hopelessly behind the birds which more resembled pigeon shaped missiles than actual pigeons. Whilst the roar around me grew ever louder, the trees performed acrobatic feats and strained their roots to breaking point, I wondered what I was doing standing in this rain saturated wood. Time to pack up, barely 10 minutes after arriving. It was madness to stay, although on my walk back to the car I could hear braver souls than me still having a few shots. A quick text to let the keeper know I'd had enough, I made my way home with my tail between my legs, dodging wind blown debris in the road. To add insult to injury, the Mrs had gone shopping, leaving me locked out, sitting on the driveway with nothing but the radio and a Phillips road map for entertainment. She's just come back now, I think I need a cuppa. Thoughts turn to next week and hopes of better weather.
  2. True, but he's still pulling strings even now.
  3. I have no problem with cummings having an influence over government policy. Its standard practice for MPs to have advisors who keep them abreast of public opinion. There's also nothing I as a voter can do about it until 2024. I also couldn't do anything about Peter mandelson or Alistair Campbell being unelected, unaccountable policy makers and they did far more harm to the UK, and around the world (in my opinion) than anything cummings can do. Maybe you should stop worrying about things you can't control and concentrate on the things you can.
  4. Brilliant aren't they. Who needs words?
  5. She has a withering look. Almost like my actions have deeply offended her.
  6. I thought I would make life difficult for myself this time round and go and buy a new gun this morning and immediately try it out on the pigeons this afternoon. With my new browning 725 Black gold loaded up, a pocket full of cartridges and dog in tow, father and I headed to our usual wood at just after 3 in bright sunshine and 15mph westerly winds. Earlier reconnaissance from my dear papa had assured me that the pigeons were numerous, making the most of a couple of nearby flailed maize strips and the field next door, a recently harvested beet field being grazed by sheep. I won't lie, it took me over 10 shots to register a hit with this new and unknown gun, but connect it eventually did, and what a shot, very high above the tree canopy and really moving in the wind, crossing from my right to left, and a pure snap shot. Action was pretty much constant, and I kept up a steady stream of single shots, but the birds were high and flighty, probably something to do with my ever increasing bald spot alerting them to my presence well before I even knew they were there (must remember my hat next time). I took another 8 pigeons and one jackdaw before packing in whilst the light was still there to try and pick a couple of pricked birds. The dog gets better every time I take her out, she's even started rolling her eyes when the gun goes bang but there's nothing for her to collect . But she made 3 excellent retrieves and there was little sign of the gun shyness that I feared had ended her career before it had begun. Father fired 7 shots, frugally returning 4 birds, with one runner tracked down, the total bag was 14 pigeons and one jackdaw. Meeting up at the gamekeepers House in the gathering dusk, it was a similar story from my fellow shooters, difficult conditions on the flightlines, but one brave should had managed a respectable 40, decoying a maize strip, so at least the game dealer had a worthwhile visit. Love the new gun, she handles well and returned a not too shabby 4 to 1 ratio. I will be going back to the trusty semi next week though.
  7. adzyvilla

    BBC licence fee

    Haven't had a TV licence since I moved out of my parents house 14 years ago. So easy to do, nice and legal. Refuse to finance the British brainwashing corporation and they will never get a penny out of me. The sooner its defunded and forced to rely on its 'output' the better.
  8. My father, born into a farming and gamekeeping family, has shot since he was old enough to carry a 9mm garden gun to shoot the sparrows in the barns, is now 73. I had a very similar conversation with him just the other day, when after watching him and others of a similar age shoot on a beaters day, I asked what it is that motivates them to keep doing it. Turns out, the actual killing is so far down the list of reasons to do it, that's its almost an insignificant aspect. The cameraderie of a shared experience with like minded people, the joy of being out in the open air, amongst the wonders of nature, the thrill of the stalk, the field craft, the tension of the wait in the hide or the anticipation of crouching in a gutter on a desolate Marsh. Yes he said, the feeling of being cold and wet on a rubbish day, of failing eyesight, creaking limbs, sore feet, a bad back and not being as quick on the draw all make him question why he still does it, but the fire still burns brightly, and the desire is as strong as it was 60+ years ago when he first lifted a gun and felt the thrill of pulling the trigger. So while he is still able, he will continue to do so. A rabbit for the pot, a brace of pheasants for the neighbours, all a added bonus to everything else that goes with this wonderful pastime of ours. He might not go out as much as he used to, but each occasion is still a precious memory to be treasured, whether he be out on his own or amongst a shooting party. This year he is going to be buying a new gun for the first time in 40 years, trading in some of his tired guns for a new steel proofed gun should the lead ban render his side by sides obsolete. Certificate gets renewed later on in the summer, and he's showing no sign of losing interest. Long may he continue.
  9. Sounds like they were the same as the pigeons I saw yesterday. Excellent sport (for crop protection obviously)
  10. I only have one farm permission other than the (albeit large) estate, but I wouldn't treat it any differently. I am very lucky, but I have put in lots of hard work over the years to get them, and I won't give them up easily. A lot of the shoots I beat on over the season offer feb/March roost shooting to regulars, I guess we are lucky boys and girls.
  11. I fully understand why you and your fellow shooters have these rules. It's not as strict where we are, although out of respect to the landowner and his keeper, and in the interests of safety, I hope we would all be as vigilant. As several public rights of way run through, people and dogs are often found in the strangest of places, so we are all mindful that we might be under surveillance at any time. Luckily for me, the keeper and I are very good friends and he has known me and my father long enough to know we are both safe and responsible shots. My father has known the landowner and his family for decades and we have both worked on and off for him, so we are familiar faces on the estate. All the others who come out on a Saturday afternoon are likewise known and trusted. But that trust was not easily won, and I would never do anything to jeopardise it.
  12. If I'm out on my own, I'll often put out a rope banger at the other end of the wood or belt. I can't do anything about other woods, but that's all part of the fun isn't it?
  13. Made a start this afternoon. No one else out on the estate, being the last day of the pheasant season, but being Billy no mates without an invitation, I just had to get out on the pigeons instead. With the keepers blessing, the old man and I headed out in high South westerly winds but bright conditions just before 3. Our destination was a wood on the far side of the estate, not our usual loitering place, but somewhere that hadn't been disturbed for a few weeks (or so we thought) When we arrived, we were greeted by the farm manager flailing the maize strip that runs away from the wood into the valley, lots of pigeons lifted off as we parked up, and we quickly split up and took position at opposite ends of the long thin wood, father on the windward side in amongst the conifers and closest to the newly flailed maize, me on the sheltered side under some mixed deciduous, mostly poplar and oak. The foresters had been in before the season started last year and removed some timber for the boiler at the big house, leaving a few new gaps in the canopy to exploit. Early on there was a flurry of activity as I downed one with my first shot, and father blamming away kept what was about moving. I missed my next two, and set the dog (on her first pigeon shooting foray) off to find my prize. Quick retrieve accomplished, I settled in for a long wait until firing my next shot. Now, my dog is a good beating hound, steady and obedient, and has been picking up with me on occasion this year, but has not been the happiest when it comes to loud bangs. Patient work over the summer has resulted in a dog that can bear to be around me when I pull the trigger, but I leave her some yards away when I am out, which seems to be working out OK so far. Aside from a silly moment when she slinked up behind me and jumped up nearly knocking me over, I couldn't really complain, and I quickly put her back into her hiding place. Possibly 45 minutes elapsed before dad started firing again, which prompted me to look skywards, seeing a dozen or so bird pass to the south out of range, but they eventually circled and fighting into the wind passed overhead into my shot string and another was in the bag, albeit in a mangled fashion, falling at my feet it didn't even warrant the dogs attention. When there were birds about, they didn't seem to be flying in any particular direction and in this unfamiliar and large wood we were facing an uphill battle to keep the birds moving, particularly with the neighbouring woods all unoccupied. Darkening skies heralded the end to an all to brief foray. I did manage one more, spied resting in a sitty tree, and oblivious to my approach as I made my way back to the car. 3 birds for 7 shots was a relief considering the abysmal show I'd put on at the recent cock day, and I thanked the shooting gods for not abandoning me. Father managed a pair for 8 shots, and he was in the teeth of the gale, so kudos to him. Next week should be better, back in my familiar wood, with hopefully a few more chums out and about to keep the birds stirred up. I will take the dog again and hopefully she will learn to tolerate the banging a bit more.
  14. adzyvilla

    BREXIT

    Long time coming, not the end, only the end of the beginning. Plenty of reason to celebrate though. Cheers to one and all, yes even the remoaners.
  15. Having used promatic extensively in the past, I would have to say they make the better products, although I prefer the bowman rabbit type traps. I always found promatic easier to fine tune and fettle. We used to hire bowman traps in on occasion and they never let us down. I haven't had much experience with the most recent models of any clay traps, the weak points of promatic always used to be the motor/gearbox which would give trouble if they ever let water or had been improperly serviced. But they were out in all weathers and were used heavily. They may well have gone brushless now which would eliminate a lot of the problems I used to experience. I don't think you can go far wrong with any of the big names, and certainly laporte and autosporter are worth considering. It all comes down to cost I suppose.
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