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Idiot farmers son


lurcherboy
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Saturday and Sunday I walked 2-300 woodies off some rape that was within 500 yards of my workplace I was well chuffed and new Monday would be a day to tell the punters I was too busy to work on thier cars.

 

Then it all went downhill, I made the cardinal sin and told the farmers son where they were between 3-5pm :lol: But I didn't thik he would have a go, Mistake :P

 

So I set up shop Monday afternoon full of confidence and took the retriever with me. Within 15 minutes or so they started to appear. Missed seven before I got my eye in then had 2 singles & 3 double deckers. WHATTO!!! in for a bag now I thought but no. While I was sitting in my well concealed hide the Farmers son set up (after walking within 20 metres of me) a few hundred yards to my west. He then proceeded to shoot at pigeons that were well out of distance or that settled to feed out of range.

 

At one point 30 or so landed down near a road and I knew they would feed their way across the field towards me, they never got the chance 'cos the #### just had to fire at them :huh: :( :lol:

 

 

Learn from my mistakes chaps :lol:

 

 

 

 

 

LB

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LB,

 

I learnt a valuble lesson many years ago. Say Sweet Fanny Adams. There was an intensive pig farmer that owned about 150 acre farm. All the fields he put down to Barley, it attracted a lot of pigeon. One August we had a servere gale and it flattened a lot of the Barley. Once the pigeon found it, they started hitting it hard.

First day on there we had 40 odd pigeon between 2 of us, as you do, we offered some to the farmer, an offer he decilned.

Next weekend we were back there, there were far more pigeon on the laid Barley than the week before, we ended up with 60 plus between us. Back to the farm, offered the farmer some pigeons expecting the same "no thank you" as the week pevious. But he did say we will try a few, so we breasted half a dozen birds for him. Said our farewells promising to come and shoot next weekend again.

The next weekend the fields were teeming with birds. As we drove in to the farmyard we were speculating if we had enough cartriges with us. Got out of the car, knocked the door, as a conversation opener asked if they liked the pigeon from last week? Yes was the reply, they were beautiful, "good" I replied " like to see people eating pigeon, would you like some more this week?" "No thanks" was the reply. "The son has bought some decoys and we can get all we need now, we will be keeping all the shooting for him from now on". :huh:

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