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Unfortunately ditchman one Gordon brown went through a court case to establish that manifesto promises are nothing but hot air. https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/general-election-2015/politics-blog/11541708/The-court-case-that-proves-you-cant-sue-politicians-for-breaking-their-election-promises.html

I've had a few bits of theirs including waterproof coats and they are certainly not the worst. I think for the money they are pretty good, I've had a pair of their over trousers which I use for beating for 4 years now and although they have frayed at the bottom of the legs on the reinforced section, they are still watertight and despite the best attempts of brambles and gorse, tear free. On the other hand I had a pair of their water boots which didnt last a season and split across the top just behind the toe section. Contrasted with deerhunter which are a slightly more expensive brand, I would say they are just as good quality wise.

Seems like he certainly made an impression on you at a subconscious level, perhaps there's more about him and your past that you can't remember or have chosen to forget (after all it was a long time ago). I wasn't really bullied at school as I was at the time rather laid back and not easy to wind up (I appear to have got a shorter temper as I've aged). There was one person who got under my skin and I still think about to this day nearly 30 years hence, but I never really resolved the problem like I should have. He was older than me and had a problem with my older brother which he tried to take out on me as my brother had moved on to college. I never really knew what the problem was but it all came to a head one day when he hit me across the back with a piece of wood in the woodworking room. My instinct was to turn around and swing my fist at him but he moved backwards and I must have missed him by a fraction of an inch. I have no doubt if the punch had connected he would have gone down like a sack of potatoes as I was a strong lad even then. Both shocked at that point, my teacher waded in and took me away and there wasn't any other problems after that. To this day I often find myself wondering what would have happened if that punch had connected and how my life may have turned out as a result.

Mine was 22 days at the end of last year. Dads was nearly 7 months requiring extension. Norfolk is very hit and miss.

Deerhunter beaulieu tweed suit (includes breeks, waistcoat, jacket, flat cap and overcoat. Also included if wanted is a yellow tattersall style shirt. The suit is approximately 7 years old and probably not worn more than a dozen times and it would be fair to describe it as in very good condition, although a dry clean wouldn't hurt it. For reference i am 6'3" with a 44" chest and a 34" waist and this suit was possibly a little big on me. Actual sizes as follows: Jacket - 44" CHEST XL Overcoat - 43" XL Waistcoat - 44" XL Shirt - 17.5" neck XL Breeks - 36" L Hat - 7 3/4 £250 ono. Collection from NR19 (Dereham) Any questions, please feel free to ask.

Some of the best times of my life were working on a clay ground. An excellent opportunity for someone, thanks for posting.

More velocity and it would have made it through, i do wonder how much energy that ball lost between the muzzle and the plate, scary that it still had enough to do that to solid steel. I was most impressed with the way the plate rippled with the impacts.

Good on you. I've walked out on two places now for refusing cash, making sure they knew why.

I kept an eye on a couple of guns, both went for over the estimate and a quick browse through some of the sale results for the sealed bid and the main auction earlier in the month showed some strong prices for a lot of the nicer stuff. But as others have pointed out, a lot of the bargain basement guns failed to sell.

I have submitted a response along the lines BASC suggest. Interesting to note that the consultation namechecks GWCT. Looking at the relevant page on the GWCT Web page regarding the release of gamebirds, they state that their research and advice is often ignored as it doesn't suit the agenda. Is it futile to hope they are listened to in this instance?

the dacia duster seems to be a popular choice amongst the PW crew and has a bigger choice of engine options than it once did. I love my subarus but freely admit they aren't as cheap to run as others.

The village i grew up in, modestly sized and of a mixed cross section of population had 5 pubs and a sports and social club when I was a teenager (20 plus years ago). It now has one gastropub owned by a big brewer and a Thai restaurant. The other pubs are now private houses and the club has been derelict for a decade or more. This isn't a new phenomena and is largely driven by the availability of cheap supermarket booze, sky high rents for landlords and as previously stated the smoking ban. Gone too are the village post office, butchers, greengrocers, 2 pump petrol station and general store which were all thriving when I was still at school. Then along came sainsburys who built a huge store about 2 miles away and one by one they all disappeared. All is not lost now because the former post office became a community hub which the mobile post office visits once a week and is busier now than it ever was and is owned by the villagers themselves so they have a stake in its survival. It is sad that these things have passed into history, along with the people who owned them, but this seems to be the way society is going.

You don't want to come to Norfolk. Some of our potholes are so big they have roads....

Yes old'un, its definitely a case of ring rust.... Weather turning a bit more seasonal next week might draw them into the woods too.

Firstly, apologies for not posting my adventures from last week, but I considered it and felt that 6 shots for no birds wasn't really worth reporting. After an hour or so I gave it up and cut a few sticks instead, including one absolute beaut of a piece of Holly. They are all now safely stored in the shed to mature for a year or two. Fast forward to the present, and I have just returned from a far busier but ultimately disappointing foray. 14 degrees centigrade and light winds made for an unusual February Saturday, but i wasn't going to waste the opportunity. On the way over I saw quite a few pigeons about unlike previous weeks where barely a flash of grey was to be seen out on the fields or rooting around the roadsides, and pigeons seemed harder to come by than a box of winchester GBs. Getting to the roost wood, we put up a good hundred or so which had been hitting the recently sown rye crop which i am reliably informed is destined for the neighbouring estates AD plant. There were plenty to be seen in small flocks early on, and the flurry of shots from the lads already out in the surrounding woods promised a decent afternoon ahead. I started poorly, slashing wildly through a few skyscrapers and wasting a dozen cartridges for no return. But finally a lull where I didn't see a thing for half an hour or more, was bookended with 2 birds for two shots, the second bird (a stonking 40 yarder) marking a frenetic period where twos and threes came over the wood thick and fast, many tantalisingly out of my reach or cutting across behind me. I added 2 more to the bag for 10 or 11 shots, before the birds dried up again (at least for me, there were plenty of shots elsewhere). And so it remained whilst the sun slipped down towards the horizon and I decided that as nice an afternoon as it was, I'd had enough for the day. It was nice to see greater numbers, but my shooting wasn't at its best today. What will next week bring?

Don't worry, the guardian has a tiny circulation and its entire readership is already rabidly anti shooting. No one who matters will see this.

Driving home from work today from Wymondham, 200 plus flock put up off a huge OSR field near Wicklewood by a sprayer. Biggest number I have personally seen for a good while. Fingers crossed they will move a bit further north, but might be of interest to locals

send them north will ya?

Nice day out id say BB. Echoing marsh man, we probably don't have 48 pigeon here in the whole of Norfolk!

Glad I wasn't the only one marsh man. Heres hoping for a better day next week.

...or lack thereof. My spies reported decent numbers in various parts of the county, with flocks of 300 or more hammering my friends OSR down near the Suffolk border. Arriving at my usual flighting/roost Wood for the first time since last March, I was greeted by the fields either side in the process of being drilled, with what I assume to be either very early barley or rye (that mystery will have to wait until the farm manager returns from skiing - how the other half live!). Anyway, there was a lot of activity with 400 hp tractors thundering up and down with massive drills, telehandlers beeping as they reversed about and pick up trucks coming to and fro. I left that all behind as I drove up the very sorry looking maize strip (soon to be flailed) and parked up in the wood. I couldn't hear the usual steady rate of shots coming from the neighbouring belts and woods, and there weren't visible numbers of pigeons flying around, in short it wasn't looking promising. As I walked to my usual spot, the dog put up four or five pheasants, making a mockery of the last few shoot days which fell well short of the 150 bird bag, and they clattered away noisily across the river into the safety of the marshy ground the other side. It was mild and there was barely a breath of wind stirring the tree tops as i loaded my semi and turned my eyes to the sky. Surprisingly I was into the pigeons almost straight away, my opening two shots yielding two birds downed and retrieved. Then the great lull set in. There were a few bangs in the distance around me, but nothing like what I would expect, and very little came close by me and if I said i had half a dozen shots over the next hour I'd be lying. The tractors continued their relentless noisy work in the field next door, and only the jackdaws seemed to be appreciating it. I enjoyed the solitude for what it was and waited for my chance It picked up a bit as the sun started to dip below the horizon, and a few more shots yielded another two birds but it was starting to get dark quickly so I decided to call it a day and make my way back to the car. On my way back i paused to consider my now mature dog in the gloomy half light. Looking more like a greyhound than a labrador after a long hard season in the beating line, a season that started way back in the middle of September, she was looking lean and still as keen as mustard, her tail wagging and a spring in her step. A feeling of melancholy crept up on me as I wondered how many more days we might have together out in the shooting field with the world the way it is, and it made for a long quiet drive home. Hopefully the colder weather will yield some better conditions next week.

I kinda like the glossy finish. It reminds me of my dads old miroku ore that I think had a varnished stock that was mirror like, and I have many fond memories of my early shooting days using that now long gone gun.

Ahhhh, my dads favourite subject. Guaranteed to be his go to reminiscence in a game of cold weather top trumps. As children, my siblings and I would roll our eyes as he held forth on another story from that winter. From shooting dozens of hares that had come into the garden and were stripping bark from the fruit trees, to lumpy diesel making starting tractors impossible, tying hessian sacks around his legs with baler twine to keep the cold out and 12ft deep snow drifts making vehicle travel impossible. Somehow he survived to tell the tale, having left school the previous year and was working as a cattleman. Even though he isn't a member of the forum, he'll probably feel this thread through the force and be along in a moment...

Goodness me, my dogs aren't anything like that! I do my best, but I think any ability mine have had is by accident more than anything!

I'm thinking of having a litter from my main dog in the new year so I will keep you posted, but its only a possibility at the moment.