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I was all for heading out to see to a fox cub that I denied of it's mother last night, but as I was starting to get my stuff together, the lightening started.

I normally love watching lightening and smelling the ozone, the 'big rain' and the winds that turn the leaves upside down.

 

However the last time I was out in a lightening storm with a 3ft earthing rod in my hands it got a tad scary and ended up in me legging it from the hillside to the car with hail the size of large peas.

 

 

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We had a heck of a downpour up here about 4pm; thunder rain, and then it hit out very hot again. Had to nash up to farm tonight to staple roof shield on hide we've just built in case it chucks it down again.

Rumbling away in the distance but nothing more. Cover crop needed it anyhow.

Cubs will still be there tomorrow. 👍

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Cub dealt with tonight.

Spotted another older one 1/2 a mile away just as my farmer turned up.

 

Chit cat, chit chat, more land, chit chat, always on the look out, chit chat, want me to take you up there now? Oh yes please!

I never take the rifle on the first walk of the land and just spend the time looking for spoor and signs and map it on my phone.

 

Lots more land - a mix of sheep, heifers, corn and huge amounts of grass.

 

Saw my 2nd and 3rd ever hare there too.

Heard three grouse shouting at each other and got one good pong of fox.

The fields are huge, so my home loading on the .22-250 will have to step up a gear (several just sub 300m possibles).

 

Not bad for a Tuesday night (and we had a supreme sunset).

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Cub dealt with tonight.

Spotted another older one 1/2 a mile away just as my farmer turned up.

 

Chit cat, chit chat, more land, chit chat, always on the look out, chit chat, want me to take you up there now? Oh yes please!

I never take the rifle on the first walk of the land and just spend the time looking for spoor and signs and map it on my phone.

 

Lots more land - a mix of sheep, heifers, corn and huge amounts of grass.

 

Saw my 2nd and 3rd ever hare there too.

Heard three grouse shouting at each other and got one good pong of fox.

The fields are huge, so my home loading on the .22-250 will have to step up a gear (several just sub 300m possibles).

 

Not bad for a Tuesday night (and we had a supreme sunset).

I doubt that very much.

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I am very concerned about this post . There are a number of observations I have :

 

1) Afraid of the rain- very Gay

2) I note that your quarry species appears to include sheep and heifers. This is very naughty :lol:

 

Well done on the cub and extra ground. I am also impressed by your frank honesty about being a big jessy, and I respect that.

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I am very concerned about this post . There are a number of observations I have :

 

1) Afraid of the rain- very Gay

2) I note that your quarry species appears to include sheep and heifers. This is very naughty :lol:

 

Well done on the cub and extra ground. I am also impressed by your frank honesty about being a big jessy, and I respect that.

Hmm :hmm: You'll be having man hugs next :unhappy:

 

 

 

 

:lol: :lol:

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I am very concerned about this post . There are a number of observations I have :

 

1) Afraid of the rain- very Gay

2) I note that your quarry species appears to include sheep and heifers. This is very naughty :lol:

 

Well done on the cub and extra ground. I am also impressed by your frank honesty about being a big jessy, and I respect that.

 

I did something wonky with my foot (Doc reckons torn tendon), which means I'm walking a bit funny too.

It's a waddle, not a mince!

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Did you shout for your teddy bear when you were filling your underwear running from a summer shower. Hope your wife give you a cuddle and a few there there's the nasty hail and rain is all gone now.

 

Now get from under the bed put Teddy back in the box and grow a pair :lol:

 

Showing your soft caring self only works on women, it's not for telling other rufty tufty men.

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I did something wonky with my foot (Doc reckons torn tendon), which means I'm walking a bit funny too.

It's a waddle, not a mince!

Sounds like a mince to me. When you consider getting your rifles painted pink you know that all is lost :lol::lol:

 

Hmm :hmm: You'll be having man hugs next :unhappy:

 

 

 

 

:lol: :lol:

nowt wrong with a man hug :yes::lol:

Did you shout for your teddy bear when you were filling your underwear running from a summer shower. Hope your wife give you a cuddle and a few there there's the nasty hail and rain is all gone now.

 

Now get from under the bed put Teddy back in the box and grow a pair :lol:

 

Showing your soft caring self only works on women, it's not for telling other rufty tufty men.

Typical Northern reaction, you need to get in touch with your feminine side :lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol:

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Well the weather reports said it might be rain tonight, but my pair have grown a bit and I decided to brave the elements.

The clouds were threatening and a wind was coming up, but the sun was still up so I manned-up and got my rudty tufy camo on and braved the elements.

 

I put out some cotton balls soaked in boiled horse-hoof. on went off to find my spot.

Spot located, but I went for a look round a hedge corner 50 yards up.

Nada, so I wandered back to my intended spot and spotted a ginger-slinker making good progress along the hedge on the opposite side of the field.

 

Lined up and gave her the bad news. Unfortunately she ran for about 30 yards, sat down and didn't drop. So I sent a second one down the field quick-style. I hate hurting them. Killing them so fast the don't know about it is fine, but I hate seeing them in pain.

So another vixen less for the farmer to worry about.

 

Oh, and another thing:

As I was wandering across the field with about 60 sheep in it, it occurred to me that these were big ewes. They'd been short recently, but were still a bit substantial. Then I realised that none of them were ewes. Some were even stamping their feet when I got a bit close. Yay!

 

Fortunately none of them decided to get silly.

 

By the way: on inspecting the vixen, the first one did the job, she just didn't realise it. I got her from the front of the chest through and out the lower back of her rib cage. She was just running on adrenaline. The second shot to the head just finished it that few seconds quicker.

 

I even got home before it got scary dark and the drizzle started. Phew!

 

Edit: Just checked on Google Earth and it was 215m. so within my 3" kill-zone thingy.

However it reinforces what I say about the Prvi Partisan soft points. Deadly accurate (in MY rifle), but poke holes rather than destroy (nervous systems). I only have three rounds left, so once they are gone, they're not coming back.

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Well the weather reports said it might be rain tonight, but my pair have grown a bit and I decided to brave the elements.

The clouds were threatening and a wind was coming up, but the sun was still up so I manned-up and got my rudty tufy camo on and braved the elements.

 

I put out some cotton balls soaked in boiled horse-hoof. on went off to find my spot.

Spot located, but I went for a look round a hedge corner 50 yards up.

Nada, so I wandered back to my intended spot and spotted a ginger-slinker making good progress along the hedge on the opposite side of the field.

 

Lined up and gave her the bad news. Unfortunately she ran for about 30 yards, sat down and didn't drop. So I sent a second one down the field quick-style. I hate hurting them. Killing them so fast the don't know about it is fine, but I hate seeing them in pain.

So another vixen less for the farmer to worry about.

 

Oh, and another thing:

As I was wandering across the field with about 60 sheep in it, it occurred to me that these were big ewes. They'd been short recently, but were still a bit substantial. Then I realised that none of them were ewes. Some were even stamping their feet when I got a bit close. Yay!

 

Fortunately none of them decided to get silly.

 

By the way: on inspecting the vixen, the first one did the job, she just didn't realise it. I got her from the front of the chest through and out the lower back of her rib cage. She was just running on adrenaline. The second shot to the head just finished it that few seconds quicker.

 

I even got home before it got scary dark and the drizzle started. Phew!

 

Edit: Just checked on Google Earth and it was 215m. so within my 3" kill-zone thingy.

However it reinforces what I say about the Prvi Partisan soft points. Deadly accurate (in MY rifle), but poke holes rather than destroy (nervous systems). I only have three rounds left, so once they are gone, they're not coming back.

We call the big ones "COWS" up here :yes::good:

 

 

:lol: :lol:

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We call the big ones "COWS" up here :yes::good:

 

 

:lol: :lol:

 

Should have read 'shorn'.

 

I don't shoot in fields with cattle in. I almost got trampled once. I've also been the centre of attention for a small herd of young, but substantial ones who took exception to me being in 'their' field.

Big difference between 'daft' and 'stupid'.

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Well done on the fox, at least it appears you can tell what a fox is :lol::lol:

Now see, I was about to respond to that, but I left my tin helmet in the field, along with the popcorn.

(not from you, some of our other outspoken brethren, who have a slightly diminished sense of humour / can't tell a wind-up from ,,,,,,,,)

 

Are they are the fast moving ginger stuff, that never stand still when you have a bead on them, but will pose when your angle is all wrong / unsafe?

Sheeps are the bigger white things that pee/poo when you get close and then leg it, or - have big heads that look like they should have handle bars and have things that look like huge udders just behind their willies (and don't leg it, but stand there stamping and look like they want to play at battering rams (battering Rams - ahahahahahha))?

 

On a separate note: On my new perm, I've seen my 2nd and 3rd ever hares. The first was on the same farmers original perm.

Those guys can shift!!!!

I spotted one as I was swinging over a gate (it was tucked down low in the grass) when it decided to bug out. It covered the distance (~100m) to the far hedge in no time flat, literally a couple of seconds. A rabbit on amphetamines would take 3 times as long.

As long as my farmer doesn't object, they have a get out of jail free card as far as I'm concerned.

Not too many ****** round here with Dugs/Dags, so not a problem really.

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I am very concerned about this post . There are a number of observations I have :

 

1) Afraid of the rain- very Gay

2) I note that your quarry species appears to include sheep and heifers. This is very naughty :lol:

 

Well done on the cub and extra ground. I am also impressed by your frank honesty about being a big jessy, and I respect that.

***** 😂
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