lordhardup Posted January 18, 2011 Author Report Share Posted January 18, 2011 Just thought I would let you know, I did manage two rabbits and no before you ask, they didnt come into my patern. And thank you all very much for your comments, I must admit that reading it back, it even made me smile. ATB Clynt Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Duncan Posted January 18, 2011 Report Share Posted January 18, 2011 Clynt, I know your trip didn't go as ideally as you'd have liked, but I bet you won't forget it! It was never destined to go right was it? I can absolutely empathise with you, different arms but very similar outcomes A great account, well done indeed! ATB Duncan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lordhardup Posted January 18, 2011 Author Report Share Posted January 18, 2011 Clynt, I know your trip didn't go as ideally as you'd have liked, but I bet you won't forget it! It was never destined to go right was it? I can absolutely empathise with you, different arms but very similar outcomes A great account, well done indeed! ATB Duncan Thanks Duncan. No things didnt go as planned but there is always next time ATB Clynt Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fatcatsplat Posted January 18, 2011 Report Share Posted January 18, 2011 Nice honest write up - As has been said, we all have days like that - they make the days when it all goes right seem much better Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yickdaz Posted January 19, 2011 Report Share Posted January 19, 2011 (edited) Bloody hell what a day. I went to the new fields but the birds were coming in too high over the river bank, gave it an hour and packed up. Moved on to my other farm that I had tried last time, as I had no luck with the birds last time, I thought that I would just have a walk round. Any way as I was slowly making my way round the outside of the wood trying to creep up on a rabbit or two, movement from the wood I was shooting last week caught my eye. PIGEONS, loads of the *******. So I stood and watched, it was blowing a force ten and they where flying down the hedgrow and landing in the field at the back of the wood I was shooting last time. The crafty ******* had moved fields, just one field up, seemed to be enough for them not to come to my decoys of the week before. Which is typical of my luck, I had watched them coming and going though out the week, but the day I set out my decoys they up and move. Any way you would think my problems were over..... Well this was when the fun really started. I got back to my car as quick as a flash and rushed round to the field gate in my car, opened up drove through, closed gate, hide car the far side of the small wood and started to unload all my stuff. I know I am new to this decoying lark, but by god its hard work trying to carry all your stuff, gun and ammo all in one go, so as not to have to walk all the way back and lose time shooting. Any way I make it to where I want to set up. Pigeons that were there, soon left, fair enough I thought, I will see you shortly. Now, you have done this before, HOW THE HELL DO YOU PUT UP A HIDE IN A FORCE TEN??? I put my poles in, blinded by the scarf I was wearing. Took out my netting, which seemed to be in a rush to fly off to some exotic far away place, pausing only for a loving and long embrace with the horethorn bush.At length I did manage to untangle it long enough to attach it to my hide poles in the sudden lull which it turned out to be was the eye of the hurricane. Got my seat out, set ouy my ammo box got out my lunch and now to set the sceene for Mr and Mrs pigeon. Set out the decoys in formation, stand back and take in the sceene, no, not happy, a quick shift round in the now stiffening breeze, at last Im happy. Even before I make it back to the hide the birds are flying over, a warm glow as excitement mounts. Back to the hide, try to rid myself of the 20lbs of field now attached to my feet. Sit down to load my gun, pick up my ammo box for shells. The handle fits nicely in my hand as I lift it, only for it to fall open and all my carts fall snugly into the soft muddy puddle. ( great,I will need to clean them all when I get home, who wants old rusty shells in their box) Lucky for me, I have a couple of clean boxes in my game bag, sitting clean and dry in the far corner of the hide.Watching for any lurking puddles I reach out for my game bag. GOD ALMIGHTY, the trees have come alive and want to eat me.... No, its just my hide. The hurricane has returned,and wrapped me in my own hide. Putting my gun down, I fight off my over friendly netting and secure it yet again to my poles. Turn to enter my hide, only to be beaten to my seat by..... thats right......my hide. For the next hour a fierce struugle ensues, with lots of unpleasent words being carried away by the still growing storm. I fall, as I pull the lustfull netting from the ever loving embrace of the bush on to my **** into the same muddy puddle not long ago visited by my cartridges. I manage to pick myself and the netting up and tie the netting to the poles and myslfe to my chair as I really was begining to fear for my own safty in this raging tempest. My hide billows like the sails on a racing tall ship, whipping its self into a frenzy to and thro, ripping itself free and back to the arms of its lover, the horethorn bush. Im no whimp, but I do know when Im beat, and boy was I beat.Time to sit and cry quietly for a while and call for my mum. Whilst sitting and sobbing I look up to see pigeons still trying to come into my pattern, or were they just flying over to watch the funny man fighting a large green net? You decide. Down, but not out Mr pigeon, as Arnie would say "I will be back" ATB Clynt bloody hell thats probabley the worst pigeon shooting day i have ever heard gave me a good laugh Edited January 19, 2011 by yickdaz Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jim Sarakun Posted January 19, 2011 Report Share Posted January 19, 2011 Yes an excellent account which made me smile and also bought back similar memories. What fun though, and I'm glad to see you didn't take one look then go home. That was character building stuff. Good on you..... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lordhardup Posted January 19, 2011 Author Report Share Posted January 19, 2011 No it was not the best of days, but I look at it this way, if this is what its like when Im starting out, it cant get any worse. Which means it is GOING TO GET BETTER LOL Atb Clynt Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
deny essex Posted January 26, 2011 Report Share Posted January 26, 2011 Great write up as many have said all had days like that and some , welcome to the sport of pigeon shooting. It will pee you off, make you cold wet and miserable, muddy dirty and exhausted at times and you will question why the hell you do it, but you will be back for more You will get a great day with perseverance and the bad days will slip to a memory on the back burner. Hope the paper helped Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lordhardup Posted January 26, 2011 Author Report Share Posted January 26, 2011 Great write up as many have said all had days like that and some , welcome to the sport of pigeon shooting. It will pee you off, make you cold wet and miserable, muddy dirty and exhausted at times and you will question why the hell you do it, but you will be back for more You will get a great day with perseverance and the bad days will slip to a memory on the back burner. Hope the paper helped Did I miss some thing, " hope the paper helped" I dunna understand. I know that I am new to this pigeon decoying lark, but Im not new to shooting, its just that when I found this forum all you uys seemed to be having soooo much fun, I just had to try it for myself. Now I am hooked, I even find myself dreaming my shots, all in slow motion, so my follow through is always perfect lol. I hope that one day my dreams will come true. Atb Clynt. PS thanks for you comments Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lordhardup Posted January 28, 2011 Author Report Share Posted January 28, 2011 Bloody hell what a day. I went to the new fields but the birds were coming in too high over the river bank, gave it an hour and packed up. Moved on to my other farm that I had tried last time, as I had no luck with the birds last time, I thought that I would just have a walk round. Any way as I was slowly making my way round the outside of the wood trying to creep up on a rabbit or two, movement from the wood I was shooting last week caught my eye. PIGEONS, loads of the *******. So I stood and watched, it was blowing a force ten and they where flying down the hedgrow and landing in the field at the back of the wood I was shooting last time. The crafty ******* had moved fields, just one field up, seemed to be enough for them not to come to my decoys of the week before. Which is typical of my luck, I had watched them coming and going though out the week, but the day I set out my decoys they up and move. Any way you would think my problems were over..... Well this was when the fun really started. I got back to my car as quick as a flash and rushed round to the field gate in my car, opened up drove through, closed gate, hide car the far side of the small wood and started to unload all my stuff. I know I am new to this decoying lark, but by god its hard work trying to carry all your stuff, gun and ammo all in one go, so as not to have to walk all the way back and lose time shooting. Any way I make it to where I want to set up. Pigeons that were there, soon left, fair enough I thought, I will see you shortly. Now, you have done this before, HOW THE HELL DO YOU PUT UP A HIDE IN A FORCE TEN??? I put my poles in, blinded by the scarf I was wearing. Took out my netting, which seemed to be in a rush to fly off to some exotic far away place, pausing only for a loving and long embrace with the horethorn bush.At length I did manage to untangle it long enough to attach it to my hide poles in the sudden lull which it turned out to be was the eye of the hurricane. Got my seat out, set ouy my ammo box got out my lunch and now to set the sceene for Mr and Mrs pigeon. Set out the decoys in formation, stand back and take in the sceene, no, not happy, a quick shift round in the now stiffening breeze, at last Im happy. Even before I make it back to the hide the birds are flying over, a warm glow as excitement mounts. Back to the hide, try to rid myself of the 20lbs of field now attached to my feet. Sit down to load my gun, pick up my ammo box for shells. The handle fits nicely in my hand as I lift it, only for it to fall open and all my carts fall snugly into the soft muddy puddle. ( great,I will need to clean them all when I get home, who wants old rusty shells in their box) Lucky for me, I have a couple of clean boxes in my game bag, sitting clean and dry in the far corner of the hide.Watching for any lurking puddles I reach out for my game bag. GOD ALMIGHTY, the trees have come alive and want to eat me.... No, its just my hide. The hurricane has returned,and wrapped me in my own hide. Putting my gun down, I fight off my over friendly netting and secure it yet again to my poles. Turn to enter my hide, only to be beaten to my seat by..... thats right......my hide. For the next hour a fierce struugle ensues, with lots of unpleasent words being carried away by the still growing storm. I fall, as I pull the lustfull netting from the ever loving embrace of the bush on to my **** into the same muddy puddle not long ago visited by my cartridges. I manage to pick myself and the netting up and tie the netting to the poles and myslfe to my chair as I really was begining to fear for my own safty in this raging tempest. My hide billows like the sails on a racing tall ship, whipping its self into a frenzy to and thro, ripping itself free and back to the arms of its lover, the horethorn bush. Im no whimp, but I do know when Im beat, and boy was I beat.Time to sit and cry quietly for a while and call for my mum. Whilst sitting and sobbing I look up to see pigeons still trying to come into my pattern, or were they just flying over to watch the funny man fighting a large green net? You decide. Down, but not out Mr pigeon, as Arnie would say "I will be back" ATB Clynt Well another Saturday as arrived and I have a pass for the day. So I am offt o the same wood as last time and hope for better fortunes. Clynt. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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