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Some years back I got a letter from plod asking what I was going to do with the deer rifle now that I could no longer shoot them.

 

What the,,,,,,,,?

 

Turned out the estate had taken the deer (roe) 'in house' and instead of politely informing the tenant farmers of this so that they in turn could inform the shooters, they got plod to write to all shooters that had deer legal calibres whose permissions were on the estate land. I could have asked another land owner whose land I also shot over but didn't as I wasn't too sure of his answer - I find that only making requests where I'm pretty sure that the answer will be in my favour is a pretty good policy. Additionally, as i was having trouble picking them up because of a back injury, I thought, no, I'll pack it in and swap the not too good rifle for a really good fox one.

 

Just bumped into the "another land owner", "I've just bought the ******* Estate and the shooting is yours to include the deer if you like." Now this is the best bit, albeit small, of deer territory - grass and woodland - in the area and is just a few hundred yards up the road.

 

Don't know whether to laugh or cry. Laugh because the afore-mentioned policy paid off, or cry because I could have kept the deer back along. On reflection though, I think he would have said, 'no' to the deer on the other area.

 

Suffice to say, I'm well chuffed.

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Great news now. Do you have a .243 or did you go .223 for the fox a while back?

Spot on. I had the 243 which was OK, but then got rid and got the Tikka T3 Varmint in 223. This was in constant use but the farmer then decided to pack in the free range laying hens so the pressure was off and I could then 'pick my shots' as it were and it was in turn replaced by the current Ruger No 1 in 22H.

 

Overall extremely good news for you, and really it means you can treat yourself to another gun.

You can have no idea (well, perhaps you can) how tempted I am. The heart says go for it but the head is saying that as the back is worse than before now, it would be wrong. Sensibly, damnit, the head wins.

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You can have no idea (well, perhaps you can) how tempted I am. The heart says go for it but the head is saying that as the back is worse than before now, it would be wrong. Sensibly, damnit, the head wins.

 

Or, you could say yes and put my .243 on your ticket and borrow it as and when you felt the urge........... I could meet you half way to hand it over.

 

The offers there !!

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Spot on. I had the 243 which was OK, but then got rid and got the Tikka T3 Varmint in 223. This was in constant use but the farmer then decided to pack in the free range laying hens so the pressure was off and I could then 'pick my shots' as it were and it was in turn replaced by the current Ruger No 1 in 22H.

 

You can have no idea (well, perhaps you can) how tempted I am. The heart says go for it but the head is saying that as the back is worse than before now, it would be wrong. Sensibly, damnit, the head wins.

It's Interesting to know that someone else out there limps and staggers about as quiet as possible when out shooting, then to put up with horrendous pain for 24 hours or more after !

I tried to get my son involved, so he could also assist, with the added bonus of some "father and son" type time. But the blumming Xbox type rubbish was more his thing! :/

Is your back like mine Wymberley, held together with rods, screws and mesh filled with "live" bone graft material? :sad1:

Jamie

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deerstalker's apprentice sounds like a far better way to spend time to me than on the xbox :yes:

Certainly does. I'd have been chuffed to bits to be offered that opportunity as a kid!

I did allsorts to try and get him into shooting, bought him a child's air rifle when he was under ten! Took him shooting loads of times, but sadly it's just not his "Thing". Although ironically, he still remembers all the safety type things I taught him. Mind you, being a young child I did hammer it home all the time.....

Jamie

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Or, you could say yes and put my .243 on your ticket and borrow it as and when you felt the urge........... I could meet you half way to hand it over.

 

The offers there !!

Charlie,

 

By any standard that is an extraordinarily generous offer and one for which I thank you very much indeed. I think, however, that my decision not to go back to taking the deer in view of my physical problems remains valid.

 

Apart from which, at the moment because of standing grass (hay, I think, now), sheep - the owner of which likes to see the fox (!!!?) and who has already lost the odd lamb and could well lose more at some future point as I did a recce last night and the virtually now unmanaged woodland is alive with them, and one field which gives me the access to others is to be used for Augusts only as an overflow facility for the local caravan park and the 'tenant' is working flat out to get it ready (major ground work) for this year but once done, that'll be it, I'm pretty well 'locked out' in the short term.

 

Once again, many, many thanks.

Phil

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Phil

 

I fully understand where you are coming from. To be frank, lugging deer about is just about beyond me these days, it plays havoc with my angina and I can't put my wife through me having a 3rd MI, so I just take to odd one now and again and don' tell her !

 

C

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Phil

 

I fully understand where you are coming from. To be frank, lugging deer about is just about beyond me these days, it plays havoc with my angina and I can't put my wife through me having a 3rd MI, so I just take to odd one now and again and don' tell her !

 

C

Sorry, Charlie, but no. :no:

 

Father took pills to prevent his ticker over working which meant he was unable to exert himself. Consequently, when we wanted to fish our favourite spot on the incoming tide, it needed more planning than D Day. Two days before-hand he would stop taking the pills as with the tide the only way out was some steps up a 150 ft cliff. I'd stop occasionally pretending to be knadgered (not difficult to do after 30 years on 30 a day) so that he didn't over do it. Fortunately, no harm done and he lived to shoot another 20 years.

 

However, he was also sadly misguided in the belief that his wife, Mother, did not know what he was up to.

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