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The mushrooms look superb!

👍You have been married for 2,177,429,688 seconds or thereabouts. Well done!

Good man Rim fire for putting it out of its misery. That injury appears to be a relatively recent open fracture and with a high degree of probabilty that animal would have succumbed to nasty death from infection. For sure you done the right thing!

Now that looks tasty! The sauce in my opinion is the perfect thickness, not too runny and clings to the veg nicely. 👍

That looks like tandor to me. Good size pieces too that hold the paste. Top marks John! I bet it was very tasty.

👍 Wish I could collect the messages 'weekly' , now that would be a thing.

Had my first bike at the grand old age of 12 and up until I was about in mid 30's. A mixture of off road and on road. In order somewhat of the ones that I can remember. Bought, ridden and sold on as often as the wind blew when I was in my teens, some I kept for a few months, some for short weeks depending on whether I needed 'beer money', and sadly some I blew up up punishing them on the fields. I suspect many in the post, like myself, now weep at what they had and let go for a 'pittance' which would now be worth a small fortune. C50, C70, C90's Fizzy 50 GT 185 CR 125 KX100 CR250 YT125 YZF 600 X2 I miss the wind in my face! Enjoy your ride out, it sounds Super.

A nice surplus to be gifted. Sounds like a job well done and venison all round. 👍

I can sympathise with you about your back. Look after yourself. 👍

Excellent stuff. 👍 Fabulous to see nontheless. In my books a blank is better than any day sat at home or in work and I am sure you will catch up with a buck very soon.

Cheers Scully. I agree, I love those vast swathes of land. The dream would be to move up there. Got to have a dream! Thanks IG Whenever I travel up my daughter gives strict instructions to fill up on the bread. Plain Scottish white pan bread, stodgy and robust with that burnt crust. Superb toasted. We are nearly out of it already. 😢 👍 Sorry to hear that LB that's unfortunate, at least you got out. Did you see anything at all? My first forays into occasional stalking I went with a guide over in Derbyshire and if I recall, I had a total of 6 evening stalks in the space of a couple of months and did not raise the gun at all. Saw a small heard only once in all the trips back and forward from Liverpool. As you allude nothing is guaranteed.

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A few weeks back I took the long drive up north of the border for a morning stalking. It was an early start leaving home at 2.30 am with the aim of being at the ground for 6am with the guide. The drive was pleasant at that time in the morning and I can say I must of only seen a handfull of cars all the way, accompanied by moderate rain for most of the journey. It is a pleasant drive at that time were one's mind can wander at the anticipation of the day only being interuppted by the occasional lorry. With good fortune the rain started to let up as I was driving through Castle Douglas and by the time I arrived at the ground it had stopped altogether with just a light wind. I have been going up to the same place with the same guide for a good few years now and after arriving greetings and a catch up, off we went on foot. We climbed up a litle bit of a track with steep incline and within about a hundred yards of coming to the top of the incline the guide stopped suddenly and crouched a little saying to get ready, he put the tripod down and I know this is the sign for a shot is on. No sooner had I got on the sticks the the animal moved down into a dip and out of sight, distance was just shy of 150 yards so the guide took the advantage of moving us on a little bit more of about 30 yards or so when the target once again appeared. With the sticks down and a good backstop I took the shot and the animal was down, with a quick reload and no movement we walked over. Field gralloch over that was one in the bag in the first 10 minutes and I was content be it whatever the rest of the morning would bring. I pulled the Roe up onto the track and we decided to leave it there and collect with the four wheel drive later. No sooner had we walked on a few paces I noticed an absense of my scope covers. A minute or so back tracked along the track to the first position and found them on the track, they must have dropped from my pocket. No sooner had we set off through the squelchy ground the giude put the sticks down and i got the gun up on them but could not see the animal, it was stationary around a couple of hundred yards out. It started to move and then I picked it up, however it glided up a steep incline and off into the woodland. Wonderful to see and it never ceases to amaze me how fast deer can travel through recently felled commercial forestry ground that resembles 'Somme' With me puffing like an old bill goat we we moved up to a further ridge which looked down onto a larger area of the ground where we had walked up from and the rain had then started to fall as a light drizzle. We walked a few more steps to the ridgeline, crouching as we went and guide indicated a deer straight down in front of us, distance just at 200 and as we were on a ridge shooting down the shot would be from a lying position if possible due to our position. I got down on my belly into a suitably soaked mossy bed and went to look though the scope which I had somehow coveniently breathed on in my haste and misted it up, with the light drizzle falling and wiping the lens and a good shot presenting itself, with seconds to go I took the shot and the animal was down. The second within 20 minutes of starting and a good climb down found a smaller roe. Field gralloch undertaken I pulled it a fair way down onto the estate road and then went and collected the estate vehicle and picked them both up. We them drove out to another part of the estate and on foot for the rest of the morning with nothing else presenting itself suitably we called it a morning with thanks. I loaded up both the deer into the back of the vehicle and a quick stop for a bite to eat and nipped into Tesco in Castle Douglas to fill up on red cola and Scottish plain bread (EIGHT LOVES LATER) and a nice drive back home to sunny Liverpool by 13.00 completing the 370 odd mile round trip. I hung the deer up in the garage on my makeshift hanger (set of ladders) and nice it was. The next day I set to with my vitranox knives and after skinning them out and jointing which took me the whole afternoon I had a good amount of venison. Superb!

That bacon looks superb, nice and thick with a good amount of fat for crisping up. Overall very nice.