Benthejockey

Listening to all the stuff in the news recently about people getting into difficulties or drowning in the sea this summer generally confirms my suspicions - people are stupid. The sea is dangerous, tides move very fast, seals will probably bite they've got big teeth, you won't be able to touch the bottom and breath if the depth of water exceeds the distance between your feet and mouth. Whatever happened to common sense? Round here when the road closed signs are up and the severn is out across the road the fire brigade now charge to pull cars out after a string of people who didn't know the river decided they could get through in their little cars.

Went out for a little mooch last night in the evening sun, lying under a hedge in the sunshine watching a massive place I know usually holds the small fluffy sheep eaters. After a couple of hours and not seeing much bar a cock pheasant and a big heron I went for a walk round to shake off the pins and needles. Just as the light was nearly gone I saw a rocket powered fox cross the field, I managed to get up to the gate where I saw her but disturbed some calves drinking and thought I'd blown my chances with them gambolling around. A couple of squeaks and in comes this fox absolutely screaming towards me - in the words of miley Cyrus she came in like a wrecking ball - until a 62 grain Barnes varmint grenade turned her chest cavity into jelly. I followed another set of eyes round for a while but he wouldn't settle anywhere for me to get a shot on him so if it doesnt rain too much tonight I'll go and sit on some handy bales and have a poke at him.

We had our pigs killed this week, mother likes to make faggots so I had the Caul and offal back. She made all her piggy faggots this morning and they were lovely. I'd kept the liver, kidneys and heart from the last deer I shot with the intention of making my own venison faggots. I just finished making them and they're magnificent! They taste fantastic! I had to run some pork shoulder through the mix but next time I'll try some venison shoulder through it and a bit of pork fat.

The BASC man was very eloquent I was expecting to be shouting at the radio but bar the one berk who was concerned 8year olds are fuelling the trade in sawn off shotguns to bank robbers it was a very positive piece.

Motty that's kind of the point I was making, it's a tiny bit of engraved metal pinned to my back pad, in no way is it going to do any more to keep me safe but it's so ingrained in my psyche that if it wasn't there something probably would happen because I'd know it wasn't there and not be concentrating. All sportsmen are superstitious it's part of the way they focus.

Having had dealings with more than mine, yours and your grandmas fair share of bat **** crazy psychopaths I feel I'm fairly qualified to have a little poke at this thread. The current and hopefully permanent Mrs Benthejockey has had a couple of dealings with a clairvoyant. The first time she was apparently told she would meet me, lucky girl! No mention of the trauma we've both been through though - see the comment about psychos! She's seen her again recently and there was various things said again no mention of the rubbish we've gone/going through but she touched on enough things to be a bit unnerving. I'm not a believer by a long stretch of the imagination but then I wear a St Christopher on my back pad to go racing not because I necessarily believe St Christopher will keep me safe but because ever since I've worn it I've not died racing. I fully accept my superstitions and superstitious nonsense regarding my work are probably unfounded...probably. Maybe there's something in it maybe there's not. I know I'll still make sure I never go racing without my St Christopher, or tap my hat 3 times before I leave the changing rooms, or pull my socks up twice in the paddock...there's a lot of idiosyncrasities that sportsmen do! If they're not hurting anyone does it matter if psychics are real?

Thems the boys! Funny how they're on a synthetic tacticalesque stock they sound much better suited to a posh rifle.

I just bought a new second hand steyr sbs hb carbine tactical 308. I haven't had time to zero it yet but anyway it's got swivel mounts that I've not seen before. It looks like you slot them in and then turn them 90 degrees to lock them in. It doesn't have the bits that twist and lock in. I've got no idea what they're called to look at buying some. So really two questions boys and girls 1st off what are they called and where can I get them? And 2nd would it be easier/better/quicker/cheaper to remove them and put standard swivel studs on it. I do want to stick a bipod on it at some point.

The pad in the middle of the photo looks foxy but it's almost certainly badgers. Two strands of electric wire will keep them away. It can be permanent as the golfers can step over it.

We had a suicudal black bird on the gallops a few years back. He used to wait until we were nearly into of him then zoom across in front of the lead horse. He was almost completely white. Not albino because he didn't have red eyes.

There will be a powder/bullet/dipper combination. I like the volumetric reloading using the lee loader dipper because it's easy and as long as you do everything the same every time you get a fairly consistent, safe charge. What works in one gun might not work in another. My gun is very unfussy. I could probably load it with the powder out of caps and a small pebble and it would still shoot well enough for hunting. But others are very fussy and slight changes will open up groupings. I don't want to share my 100gr load because after a lot of tinkering it is on the hot side of things but my foxing round is hornaday brass, 62gr Barnes varmint grenade bullet and a 2.5cc dipper of H4895. It's well on the safe side of things but reliable, makes big holes in foxes and is comfortable to shoot repeatedly if I want to do a bit of practise.

Reloading is like making a cake. Follow the recipie and you'll get a cake. Tweak the recipie to suit your tastes and you've got a cake that you like. Stray too far from the recipie and you've got a beef trifle instead of a cake. Be careful, only make incremental changes, dont change too many things at the same time and you'll be fine. I deprime, neck size, reprime, add 1 dipper of powder, drop a buller in, seat the bullet and bingo bango there's your home made ammo.

It's a rare English pork haggis and her babies, similar abilities to a snail in that they can retreat back into their soft meaty shell, but manage to look like innocuous meat.

I've got one just haven't used it yet. Easy to carry on your back and not heavy. The straps are a little wide apart but nothing terrible.

There's no such thing as a bad conspiracy just a bad tin foil hat!

If it's that tricky then snare him where he comes into the garden and where he leaves but if your mates got cats snares are probably a touchy subject. Chances are he's too wise to go in a trap. If they can install a pir light and keep baiting him he'll get used to the light and you can shoot him then. Or find his earth and a friendly terrier man. With bad ones like him finding him sleeping in his hole is the easiest way!

I just bought something similar to that one. Haven't had chance to use it yet but I set it up in my parents front room with a vaulted ceiling and apart from getting a ####ing off the old man for scratching his paint it was very comfy to sit in if a bit wobbly because it wasn't attached to anything.

Try the Lee loader first! You'll get a load of replies knocking them, but they're cheap and easy to use. Just add the bullet components and you can make your bullets. If you use the dipper like I do it will load a conservative load but it's a perfectly acceptable load for hunting. Spend the thirty odd quid on the Lee loader and see if you enjoy it and have the time to justify spending a few hundred quid on a big press.

Made by the same people but two different powders. I use H4895. I did research the differences a while back but I can't remember what they were. The main reason they keep them slightly different is £. More money for them!

Lefty shooting right handed shot guns and rifles. I just accept it. Can't bring myself to pay the extra for a left handed gun when I've spent the whole of my shooting career shooting with right handed guns.

If you're wanting to have a go at reloading buy a lee loader kit, a rubber hammer and some measuring calipers. It's cheap, quick and easy. Powders are measured by volume not weight so as long as you consistently scoop the same and remove any excess from the scoop with a piece of card you get the same charge over and over again. It doesn't allow you to vary loads but for starting out its great. I started out this year reloading 243 and used H4895 and 62gr Barnes varmint grenades and federal primers because that's what the gun shop had in. It shoots like a laser to 150yds, im sure I could tinker with it and get bullet on bullet if I weighed the charge. Why change it if it works? I was hoping to reload 100gr with the volumetric dipper but the h4895 charges lie just between the dipper measurements so I bought a scale for that and it takes much longer to reload. Once you start you won't stop it's very addictive!

Haven't posted for a bit because life has been a bit rubbish recently to say the least. It's still trickling along in the carp lane but the world keeps on spinning. So Friday night the good woman was having a ladies night so I was left to my own devices. I haven't been out for ages so I thought stuff it I'll go and loose a bit of lead into the countryside. Turned up at the farm to find they were silaging where I wanted to park so I parked up in the farm yard, marched off past the farmer on the pit just to say hello and away I went. 200 yards later and ****** me the field was black with crows, right across the other side was a fox, just s fleeting view of her but she was there. I stalked the 600yds to where she was and sat for 45mins watching her and her two cubs sunbathing and then moved on, round the corner there was a couple of leverets playing in grass, then I spied what I thought was a whippet mooching down a track, looked again and it was a mangy fox. Got a shot on him at 150yds but somehow missed! I decided to stalk round to the back of the bog where I saw him head off to. A flash of white and I stopped. Blow me there was a pair of roe. My permission is alive with fallow but I've never seen a roe never mind a roe Buck. I did my stealthiest bit of stealthy sneaking and got into position and waited an age for him to stop flaying the electric fence posts and give me a shot. I shot him, saw him do a wheelie and run off but he was obscured behind a tree and I didn't see if he went into the wood. He'd gone 15yds from where I shot him to where he fell. Lovely little roe Buck. Made me sweat carrying him the half mile back to the farm, up hill! I'm currently trying to turn him into a trophy, I've never done it before and as he was my first ever roe I thought I'd have a go.

Right gents and ladies this is a corker. Mother fosters a clutch of feral kids and has done for 3 years or more now. Eldest and most damaged left a fortnight ago under a cloud and made allegations against me and the old dear. All unfounded and laughable. The 3 remaining boys have been interviewed and backed us 100%. I have a little girl with my ex, who has made the entire 18months she's been born very unpleasant including a lengthy court battle where I was granted visitation rights on an increasing scale due to the baby's young age. Victory you may think as did I. It wasn't what I went after but it was 200% more than she was willing to give me. This has progressed slowly for 6 months. Last week (20th) she claimed her father was dying and she needed to be with him. I forfeited my contact that day being compassionate and opted for 2 days this week. I had an evening meeting racing to ride at so asked to change days or take the little girl racing and drop her home later as a one off, as well as have her an extra day to make up for last week. She said Thursday/Friday then reneged on that. This afternoon just as I was getting ready go to yet another evening meeting racing I received a hand written letter from her stating that she wasn't willing to continue contact. No explaination other than she felt my current situation with my family was unsuitable for the baby. Now my ex and the accusatory feral foster kid didn't get on, but the ex is a brilliant manipulator and the foster kid is 19 going on 7 and dimmer than a dim thing. My ex has loaded the gun for the foster kid to fire the bullets in the form of the accusations. Has anyone got any experience dealing with breach of a court order? I want to go up like a bottle of pop but I haven't yet!

Hahaha duckandswing I thought exactly the same! Boobies boobies boobies...er no thanks!!! Watch it from serious one it's easy to watch, blood, guts, gore and lots of boobs!

There has been a precedent set last year where a family were fined for taking the kids out of school for a holiday and they refused to pay the fine and the court ruled in the family's favour. So just take him. If you're really worried keep him off Thursday with a sickness bug, they have to have 48hrs off school then.