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  1. 63 points
    Took dear old Dusty for her last walk today... I was gifted this good-hearted pup, from a guy that in reality, I hardly knew. I traveled from my home in Hampshire to a Welsh Valley and collected her... She was a super friendly pup and fitted into our lifestyle, no problem. She served me well, for nine long years, we had some good times, caught vanloads of game and enjoyed plenty of laughs,... I am sad to say goodbye ... Alas, the Big C has no mercy and seems to enjoy inflicting horrendous pain. I feel privileged to deny this heartless monster it's perverse enjoyment,...mercifully, she did not have to endure the torment of a bad death. As an enthusiast, I am in this game, for life,..so life must go on... RIP Dusty,...thanks for the memories.
  2. 54 points
    It comes to us all when we keep working dogs and today was my time to say goodbye to an old friend and worker. When I made the transition from being a soldier to starting a business as a pest controller she was my main dog and without her I would never have made it. She was an honest worker who would get up out of the kennel and work seven days a week with never a grumble. She took some serious knocks in her working career and a few i genuinely thought had killed her. I've lost count of the amount of times I stitched her up out on a job and she just got up and carried on working. She worked with me all over the country and never once let me down and pulled me out of a few dodgy jobs that were probably way to much for one man to take on. Goodbye old girl .......
  3. 53 points
    It was a cold, wet December night in 2008 when the phone rang. It was next door, “Have you got a Dog?” Sue asked. “Don’t be silly” Mrs A said. “You know I don’t like Dogs” “Well there’s one at the bottom of your garden, I’ve heard it barking” “I’ll go and have a look” Mrs A said. Moments later I heard a scream, “It’s a great big effing dog” she cried. I went out to look, sure enough, a big black dog stood there in our garden and barked at us. He was wet through and ran back up to the end of the garden to get under the only slight shelter there was, a Weeping Willow tree. “He’ll be gone in the morning” says I “He’ll find his way out and go home” We went back inside. An hour later we were back outside to see if the beast had gone. Nope. This time he was closer to the house, trying to get into the open door of the Greenhouse, the only dry place in the garden. We left him again, and went inside. It was now getting late, time for bed. One last look outside, this time he was even closer to the house. Woof-woof and off back up the garden he went. What to do now?? We put some old towels and blankets down on the Greenhouse floor, left him some Cat biscuits, the only pet food we had. “He’ll be off by the morning” says I. We were both up at the crack of dawn, dressed and out to see if he had gone. We peered into the Greenhouse. There curled up on the blankets, still wet through, still shivering was the big black Dog. He’d eaten the food. So we did what anyone else would do, we gave him some more. He wolfed it down, when he’d nearly finished he let me take the plate away without even a murmer. “Now what do we do??” We phoned the Vets to see if anyone had reported him lost, but no one had. “Bring him in and we’ll scan him for a chip” they said. I took a ladder strap off my van to use as a collar and we borrowed a lead from Sue net door. He let us collar him and put a lead on him, not resistance at all. The car was started and he walked over to it, jumped into the driver’s side and then lay down on the passenger seat. I got in the back Not once did he make eye contact with us. But there was one thing to happen on that journey that changed our lives for the next 9 years. More on that later. We arrived at the vets, he walked in as though he couldn’t give a monkeys, they scanned him, no chip. “You’ll have to leave him here, he’s a stray, so will have the go to the local dog compound” the nurse said. “I’ll get a slip lead for him” She came back, slipped the lead over his head, and without as much as a glance back at us, he walked off with her. He just seemed to accept his fate, no fight in him whatsoever. We collected our things and left, safe in the knowledge that at least he was now going to be safe and looked after until he was claimed or re-homed. The very next day, those immortal words were spoken from Mrs As mouth. “Shall we go and see how the dog is getting on??” Phone calls were made, questions asked and off we went to the dogs home. The place was a dump. Very dirty and unkempt. “He’s not stopping here” says Mrs A. We went a saw him, still dirty from when we had handed him in. We took him for a walk around a paddock they had for exercising, still no eye contact. We took him back inside, he went to his kennel the same as he had done at the vets, just accepting of what was going to happen to him. Unbeknown to him though, one of his actions on the car ride to the vets had sealed his fate. Whilst driving there, he’d rested his head on Mrs As arm and as they say. That was that. We paid a deposit, and waited. No one claimed him, so he was ours. A home check was done, which we nearly didn’t pass. It was never in doubt really because the women who did it wouldn’t have got out the house alive if she had turned us down. No arguing with Mrs A. Beds were bought, toys as well. A collar and lead and as much food as we could fit in the car, and 7 days after handing him in to the vets, Ossie came to stay. He let us wash him and check him over, infact I think he would have let us do anything to him, that’s how much he didn’t seem to care. Research was done, books were bought. It seemed we’d got ourselves a Lurcher, a big Lurcher. It wasn’t until I’d had another knee operation that I saw the hunting possibilities with Ossie. I was off work and just off of crutches and we were walking through a local grass field. Ossie set off, he’d seen something. Down the hill he ran, cutting off the Rabbits escape to sweep it up in his stride. I’m doing my best to run after him, pleased as punch. It was short lived however, Ossie simply ran off past me and proceeded to bury the still alive rabbit in the nearest ditch. I managed to dig it out, neck it and take it home. Our first Rabbit together. Taking Ossie for a walk was never plain sailing. I’ve lost him on Kinder scout chasing a Hare, Ben Lawers after a Fox and whatever was about in Wells-next-the-sea sand dunes and pine woods. Luckily, he always came back, but boy, did it make your heart race waiting. Never having had a dog before, it was a steep learning curve. Ossie suffered with separation anxiety, we made it worse by locking him in the shed. We just didn’t know. We had 4 Cats at the time, Ossie tolerated them, they avoided him. He destroyed 3 cat flaps trying to get out. On the odd occasion Ossie did manage to escape, he never ran off, why would he?? Just happy to sit at the top of our drive until someone came home. Ossie was aggressive towards other dogs, mainly black Labs, but only entire males. Neutered dogs and bitches he was ok with. If there was another dog out walking and I hadn’t seen it before Ossie and got him on a lead, he’d be off. No amount of shouting would stop him. Lots of fights ensued. Iv’e never been able to stop him of that. So much so, we are now avoided by some dog walkers, can’t blame then really. With no one to look after him, holidays were now to be taken in a newly acquired touring caravan, nice!! All part of Mrs As plan me-thinks. A make shift lamp was fashioned from one from work, 7ah batteries hooked up and placed in a bum bag. Lamping we went. Never having done it before, it was going to be interesting. We walked out to get the wind in front of us, torch on. Nothing in the first field, so into the second. Four out and away from the hedge. Three ran off before Ossie caught sight of them, the fourth, squatted. We walked up to it, got to within 10 yards of it when it got up. Ossie was released and put in a good account of himself. The Rabbit made the hedge, closely followed by Ossie. A split second later the Rabbit was squealing its head off, Ossie had caught it. Now the fun began. True to form Ossie buggered off with the Rabbit. We were somewhere we shouldn’t have been, close to houses and near a school. There’s me chasing this demented dog around this field with a squealing Rabbit in his mouth, shining my lamp everywhere trying to find him hoping on one sees us. Eventually I came across him in a corner of the field, burying the Rabbit. I got the Rabbit off him and legged it sharpish. Our first lamped Rabbit together. I’ve never worked Ossie hard, much preferring a good mouch about the local woods and undergrowth, It’s never been about numbers for me, just enjoying being out with him and watching him hunt. We teamed up with my mate and his 2 JRT’s. Tess my other dog then joined us and we’ve had many a grand day out just seeing what was about. Well, sadly the time has come that we all dread. After going downhill for a few months, struggling to go to the toilet and having breathing difficulties. I took Ossie for one last walk, fed him some of his favourite food, Chicken. Then did the one last thing I could do for him and let the Vet put him to sleep. He’s now safely resting at peace at the bottom of our garden, where we first met him. Rest in peace old boy, you were a bugger, but it’s been a pleasure. ARCH.
  4. 52 points
    We headed towards Glastonbury,...it was wet and muddy as per usual, the rain was non-stop and the wind was icy cold. No exciting bands on offer, no sex, drugs or rock, and roll, just the promise of a new life for my old pal's lurcher dog. Lost my dear friend Robin Tarrant to Cancer at Xmas,..it was emotional. I visited him in the Hospice, it was a shock to the system and one which I was not prepared for,..however, it had to be done... Foolishly, and without really thinking, I asked him, 'Is there anything that you want me to do?" The cancer was in his throat, he could not speak, so our conversation was limited. He motioned towards a notepad, and proceeded to try and write a few words,..this was difficult and painful to watch, as the Morphine kicked in, causing him to slip into unconsciousness. No matter,... I'm no academic, but I can make out the word dog,... I knew what he meant.. So glad that I saw him,..he died that night... Anyway,..what to do with Tigger ...? At the time he was ensconced in a commercial kennel,..it was eating up cash and the relatives were at a loss as to how to end this predicament,..there only seemed one way out. A decade ago,.. I would have sorted the situation in double quick time, but age has wearied me of killing, plus, I had made a promise... Hence the journey to Somerset... We do not have a victory yet, but the wheels are now in motion,..he will only go to a home that is a forever home,.no dizzy life on the lurcher merry go round, for Tigger... Admittedly, still early days, and a few more weeks of trauma for the poor confused critter, but I am hopeful...
  5. 51 points
    I don't get out now, so ive just been looking at some of my days out in the field wi Nell, cracking dog and a great and faithfull companion, I used to look forward to getting up in the mornings and being greeted by her. and my ferrets pacing up and down in their hutch waiting to go out, thanks for looking
  6. 51 points
    At long last thankfully someone has put up this old footage of one of the best so enjoy and a very Happy Christmas to all of you and your families. yours in sport, Neil.
  7. 51 points
    this season the first av let my son come out at cover an hes took to it like a duck to water . well sunday past he got his first fox up a ditch he held the dog an slipped him an made his day few pic of him past couple of wks the fox running was his fox screen shot from video
  8. 50 points
    Wifes been busy on a painting for me this Christmas. She let me see it early as she didn't want to wrap it. And I 've been a good boy, honest mi 'lud
  9. 47 points
    An eventful week for the lads this week at #Invermark... Patterdale Terrier, Charlie, disappeared down a hole at work, during fox control and luckily had his tracking collar on so was easy to locate. 7 #Gamekeepers over 3 days, a total of 72 hours and under 12.5ft of solid rock reunited Charlie with his owner this afternoon at 4pm. A massive thank you to R K Services in Montrose for kindly loaning a rock breaker to help with the epic rescue mission, that was almost called to an end this morning. The breaker got them through the final 3ft of rock, where the lads thought they had come to the end, however after breaking through the last piece they could see Charlie was alive. Charlie is doing remarkably well and is delighted to be home and enjoyed his owners Bel's Steak Pie for his tea! Well deserved we think! Well done #TeamInvermark
  10. 45 points
    Its been a quiet rabbiting season...my worst ever... I've been lucky to receive, a few invitations to hunt with fellow enthusiasts and grateful as I am, it's not the same without your own jukel by your side. At the end of last season, my wee cur badly damaged her foot in a collision with some concrete rubble, she tore the tendons on her front foot and could not walk, let alone run. It was a bad injury as much as, everything else on her was working,..just not her foot,..a bit like having a high-performance car, with a blown wheel,..no fecking good... My first port of call, some eight months ago, was to a well respected, top Greyhound vet. He was optimistic but made no promises, other than to offer to suture in, some new tendons,.or if it would not heal, to reluctantly remove, the damaged toes. It has been a long time, walking such a vibrant type of collie based whippet, strictly on a lead, day after day, of being pulled and tugged around by a prey driven canine, oblivious as to why her precious freedom to hunt has been curtailed. Each time I made some progress, her foot gave out and it seemed as though, this old man would now have his very own, "old man's dog". Then, one morning I saw some progress..she appeared to be walking with her usual free-flowing gait, it looked as though the healing process had finally occurred. Like most lurchermen,... I had to know,.i just had to... With that in mind and although late in the season, I asked Vin, the Dales Hunter,.if he could spare me a morning, to bolt a few rabbits for my bitch to have a gallop on. The terrain over which he runs his own dogs is incredibly varied, tough in places and certainly fraught with danger, but also, yielding in other locations, and certainly a fair test for a suspect set of ligaments and tendons...Dodgy I know, but I just had to know... Anyway,..we had a splendid morning with a superb end result..and although she is only a family pet and hardly what might be termed, a hardcore hunter, we can both now go forward into the warm Summer months, knowing that should the call come for us next season, we will both be up for it,.well, she will... My grateful thanks to Vin for all his help,..much appreciated and it will not be forgotten...
  11. 44 points
  12. 41 points
    Thought f**k work let's go ferreting, a few calls and a decent little team was put together, White Van Man and my mate Micky plus their dogs, a bucket full of ferrets, all the nets you may (or probably may not) need... and we were on! ive said tons of times on here we don't take it too seriously and being out, having a laugh, watching the dogs, taking the piss is far more important than the haul at the end... today was no different, and once we had marvelled at the 5 peacocks in the tree over our head and the other 10 on the farm roof ( watching these things fly is a surreal way to start the day), then ate our bacon sarnies we were ready to go.. this is a new bit of permo, and the lady farmer is great, she used to keep and work lurchers and remebers well "the good old days" she's a proper country woman and great to have a yap with... she was in the barn with a load of pregnant ewes, lambing is in full swing, and greeted us by telling me the hedge she wanted doing, it wasn't exactly the hedge I had planned, but not to be rude I obliged and thanked her for moving the cattle out for us.. normal procedure for us and hedges, a few stop nets along the length, the odd run net in the top and the field open for the runners... but today wasn't going to be the lurchers day... the little terrier of Micky's stole the show, catching on top with ease and digging on to a few awkward ones to save us the hassle.. Geth's busher worked really well too, this is only his 3rd time ferreting and come the end of the day he has really settled to it and switched right on, making a couple of good catches off the top of the hedge.. we had 18 out of the first hedge and decided to leave all the kit at the truck and walk with a ferret in the pocket and our collection of dogs, we had another 4 bolters and missed a few... this was a really enjoyable last hour or so, there is tons to get at on this bit, and enough rabbits about to make a few more decent days... Micky is breeding the little terrier bitch this year, so I'm in for a pup to replace mine I lost last year.... The freezer is pretty full now for the dogs and ferrets, so when I got home I skinned and jointed 3 and made a curry... nice end to a great day... cheers to White Van Man for the pics... and his epic dig.. just over a foot... 2 hours later he came back grinning with the ferret lol
  13. 40 points
    Day out with mate who shepherds on a fell , he had been seeing good few foxes about , first spot we struck 2 close to each other , one made good his escape using a river bank to his advantage, gun could only see his ears , other ran straight down the wood and a gun got him at the bottom .second spot produced 1 , was a hell of s hunt but he used all the marsh and was only seen a couple of times.
  14. 40 points
    Got pissed on from start to finish , drove for an hour , was gonna knock it on head . But my youngest lad has waited all week to go out . He was the lamper for night and me the rabbit carrier for night . Turned out a decent night . Ended up with 14 , still plenty to go at as well. Happy lad n dog
  15. 40 points
    Best terrier I ever had named Howdy is gone.I have debated for two weeks to post this. I have never posted on any forum on the internet.After much deliberation I think he deserves this.Gone at 13. Blind and selectively deaf since 9. He spent his latter years in hand picked spots. He ran loose the last 2 months of his life still trying to start trouble at every kennel.Howdy your gone but I will always strive to be as game as you.
  16. 39 points
    Out yesterday for a couple of hours with a mate to stretch the hounds legs, hounds got a very good hound, didn’t miss a beat. Put the fox to ground, mate said the famous words, it’s a handy spot, so I went for my pup. Soon as I brought him to the earth he was going mad to get of his lead, second I let him of he was gone, give him 10 mins no sign, mate put his ear to the mouth of the hole and could hear him clamped to the fox, I started to locate, heart went in my mouth when I seen 9ft on the box! Phoned a mate for backup! Straight out to us, pup did not let a mute out! Over the moon!!
  17. 39 points
    Well, everyone can say what they like.....I communicated with the man a few times via PM and he always came across as a respectful, stand up bloke. Ill say this, he is a million in front of some of the petty little childish pricks that have graced this forum over the years. I also beleive he was generous to total strangers off this forum without ever asking for a thing in return.
  18. 37 points
  19. 36 points
    Just an update lads not that you care this is my pup now he just turned 4 months old he’s making a lovely dog
  20. 36 points
  21. 36 points
    Sadly as I see it….. it is yet another case of history repeating itself. It’s not the first time that a very small and unrepresentative minority who have, by their actions and callous behaviour/attitudes dragged terrierwork into the gutter and beyond. Unless I’m very mistaken, the 1990’s clip which was shown related to what those who were about at that time still refer to as the "Builth Wells Case". In that instance, despite the fact that pretty much everything surrounding that case was already illegal, the actions of those involved came across as being so callous and their actions so offensive to the general public, that it was impossible for anyone to defend the indefensible. The end result was a further strengthening up of the existing legislation and resulted in the 1992 Badgers Act. This most recent debacle is an almost mirror image of the “Builth Wells Case”, it has exactly the same potential to have done irreparable damage to Terrierwork and to its future. Sadly it's now a matter of record, it will never go away and our opponents will always use it to their maximum advantage and at every possible opportunity. It’s been suggested elsewhere that this thread should be deleted and I can fully understand the motivation behind that. The film shows Terrierwork in the worst possible light, most of its content and the views expressed are an absolute disgrace. What it shows is totally unrepresentative of terrierwork and of terriermen in general and it’s something which we should all be rightly rightly ashamed of and angry about…. but I would strongly disagree about deleting it. Personally, instead of deleting it, I would highlight and pin it as a real life example of the kind of irreparable damage which can so easily be done by a small group of thoughtless individuals.... IT SHOULD SERVE AS A LESSON TO US ALL AND NOT BE IGNORED BY ANYONE. J.M.H.O. - Barrie
  22. 35 points
    Tonight I was unfortunate to witness a bad crash .although no one seriously hurt , I also was a certain mother’s hero , as the car had overturned badly and a child was stuck in his seat in the back , the poor mother was frantic , I didn’t think twice and was in the back upside down getting this little fella out of his seat , he clung to me like there was no tommorow , I was glad to have helped and as soon as police n ambulance arrived I was sent on my way after giving my details , nice walk with dogs after that to reflect , you just don’t know what’s round the corner,
  23. 35 points
    About two years ago I was working on a property in the central tablelands NSW when the bosses wife called me to rescue a baby fox down a mine shaft.These people would have to be the kindest farmers in Australia.The cub was almost dead on a ledge about 20ft straight down with another 30ft drop after that.I tied a rope around my waist and went in on a ladder.It looked about three weeks old .The missus got it back to health feeding it chicken mince,rabbit an its favourite dead birds.It would follow her around the paddock even collecting the eggs amongst the chickens and sleep in an old ferret cage.It went from a spitting monster to a very friendly animal who would lick your face.We had it about three month and one day on its daily walk just walked away.It was the best thing as its illegal to release these ferals here.It returned about twelve months later sitting in the paddock with the chickens,who seemed to remember it.It was two months old in the pic.It gave me an understanding and respect of the animals we hunt.
  24. 34 points
  25. 34 points
    The chicken sheds have been very quiet recently with very little rat activity due to the change of pest controller who knows his job (b*****d lol).Got the call last minute as usual and turned up with 4 terriers . Like the old days really with rats breaking out as the shed was moving and terriers doing their thing . Finished with 168 with about 20 killed under the shed as it cleared the muck and not in the pic . Hopefully some immunity has been built up . Brings our running tally to 19,775 since starting in 2008