Well, it just happend.

[Bleeh]

I'm at my mothers house, quite (too far) away from home.

So, me and the miss head out to the local pub. It's pretty much empty so we play cards at the bar.

While we are sitting in there slowly getting sloshed, the local village council comes out from there weekly meeting in the backroom. Half of them leave and the other 4 sit about at the other end of the bar for a quick drink before bed.

I have to sit there listening for 20 minutes at these two farmers discussing the pro's and con's of gas guns over bangers, the both agree that shooting is pretty much the easiest way, but neither have anyone who does any regular ******* shooting anymore.

They then start talking about the crops - beans and pea's mostly.

Needless to say I'd stopped playing cards and it was taking every ounce of my being to stop introducing myself - If it wasn't for the fact I'm so far from home, and the death stare I was getting from the miss.

I held back, they started chatting about something to do with the local park's parking or something.

I slowly sobbed into my Guiness, I was also trounced at cards.

Edited April 2, 2014 by Bleeh

[fse10]

Gutted. Maybe you should have given them the pigeon watch site details & they could of come on & fill their boots with pigeon shooters.

Edited April 3, 2014 by fse10

[dead eye alan]

May be if you mention a rough location and name of pub some fortunate sole on here could get in on the action on offer.

[TIGHTCHOKE]

Come on Bleeh, name the pub and the village!

[JDog]

No distance is too far to shoot pigeons. Too far for regular reconaissance trips maybe.

[Bleeh]

The pub was called the Swan, it's Landlord was called John.


Further than that, you'll have to find out yourself! aha.

As far as mentioning pigeonwatch, you are right - I should have. The thought honestly didn't cross my mind at the time and now I regret it, if I see them again I'll point them this way.