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This is a good thread and it’s being ruined by f***ing clowns. Shut up arguing with each other and enjoy the thread or f**k off and leave it alone and let the rest of us enjoy it.

Brother (top) and Sister

Saw this dog hunting in the New Forest, back in the 1980s....real canny, capable critter...? http://www.chalkwarren.co.uk/

Smoking kills far more people than alcohol i think the figure worldwide is something like 4 times as many........they say substances are responsible for 1 in 5 deaths globally but a lot of nations only use alcohol with a meal Italians for example view drunkeness as uncouth and bad mannered and use it in the right way. You cant say that because some people have problems with alcohol that means alcohol or " the British pub " is a bad thing......more people die from obesity than alcohol but nobody says restaurants are a bad thing....f**k me how far do you want to take it over a million peopl

This is my lad...Mali cross coursing type dog

Few of you might remember my old bedo/grey x saluki/grey from over the years on here.....she lives at my parents house and comes to mine whenever they go away in the caravan now as she doesn’t like the long journeys in the car, last time I had her I ran her up the vets for a check over and turns out she is 18 next April which is a good age! I’ve had her since I was 18 and I probably learned more about dogs and hunting with her than any other dog I’ll ever own! Countless miles day and night, good Lamper and ferreting dog and not bad on hares in the day either back when it was legal to course th

Like you say mate, I think by 1995 the whole game really, was literally over. Was getting a bit silly for a good few years before the ban. And I've said this a few times on here, but, like you say, mobile phones, technology and the internet IS the final nail in the coffin for lurcher and terrier work. Most people now with lurchers and/or terriers, can't even take their dogs just for a walk without every do gooder, tree hugging looney accusing them of allsorts, and threatening to call the law etc. f***ing world's gone mad. Glad I had the good years in it.

your right there ftm....i think the eighties were the coming of the end of the old time's..thing's we got up to..walking the brussells up under the moon, after the wild fen pheasants,,whilst fowling down at wrangle....sunday mornings shooting pheasant out the car window on nickersons estate..and any other.getting dropped of by me mates brother,doing the pheasant wood's..he used to feck of to louth for a bag of midget gems,then the twat forgot were we were..lol...shooting.. one or two sheep after a night out [booze eh]..at the local nighclub.using a noisy terrier when fox pelts were fetching g

bryn 12 now, apart from arthritis in his front left wrist, he in not bad shape, he out ever day for couple hours with Buck, and if there anything to run he run with him. 1st pic in his prime 3 year old, 2nd pic 14 months ago , bit thinner but not to bad

Had the old girl put to sleep today Although I’ve known for a few weeks it was coming it’s still knocked me about more than I thought it would, had her so long she became part of the furniture! Didn’t quite get to 18 but her back legs were going and she was struggling to get up out her bed so she’s at peace now......was a brilliant mooching dog and one that I’ve had many happy miles out and about with.....RIP misty

For fucks sake.i've just been to brussels christmas market. There was this bloke pissed as f**k.doing helicopters with his cock,powder all over his face,sick all down his shirt,starting fights whilst munching a kebab shouting "i'm accip do you f***ing want some c**t"

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Mate the truth is we were just criminals, and taking game just carried a lesser risk than robbing, walking into a trout farm in the middle of the night and netting out all the fish at a quid a piece was very lucrative and very low risk, I would drive over a hundred miles in my mk1 escort van for a night on the trout, most lurcher work was more for fun than money unless you were constantly on the deer and fox’s, but snares were much more effective and less lightly to get you caught, so yes there is a lot of romantic nonsense written about it but people that were willing had some good years in

cars not registerd in your name....no insurance ...no tax ...no mot .....they were all luxuries I didn't need.....lol

Few recent pics of my pup, looking more lurcher like now, picks everything up very quickly

I accidentally shot a Golden Eagle while out Duck shooting and ended up in court. The judge said.."this is very serious crime, do you have anything to say in your defence?" "Yes your Honour, it was very misty and the light was fading and, once I realised the horror of what I'd done, I remembered what my late father said. 'If you kill an animal you must respect its spirit and eat every part of it' so I took it home and fed my family for a day" " That's very moving young man and, under the circumstances, I'm prepared to admonish you but..just before you step down..I'm curious, what did it taste

and me mates weasel whacker thats bloody accurate

Most of us "oldies" could write a fair few chapters in a book .I certainly could! Lol some of them would make you laugh others you would either have done yourselves or you might disapprove off

My great uncle used to call his golden labs bitches Jodie , I was about 25 when I realised they’d all been different dogs .

Used to do a lot of lamping foxes /deer just over border (80.s) got pulled over one night 5 fox in back of motor .thought "were f****d here lol".2 cops strolled up one of them a lass and she used to be a barmaid in my local! 1st cop took one look in motor and said " bloody hell you got more than the local hunt gets in a season lol" they were sound with us .2 mins later another cop car pulls up with a very anti english approach and told us to f**k off back over border or risk arrest . Vroom we were gone in a jiffy

Sober Christmas and New Year for me but mainly because I'll be working the majority of it. Looking at 31st I won't finish until the early hours anyway. Not really bothered about it, TBH, as every New Year has been an anti-climax since 1999 and even that one was colossal waste of money. Like most I did the British high street culture. When the kids came along finances forced me to take it a lot easier and even though I drink more than your average Russian I'd much rather sit out around the campfire with a couple of feet of snow on the ground drinking good whiskey and smoking excellent ciga

Youngster does it again...

got a text of my mate this morning showing his goose bashing exploits, as he had the day off to supervise a kitchen fitter putting right the kitchen he'd just paid a fortune for after he'd got done he gave me a nod as im in Christmas chill out too,, so we met up at the quarry for a mega plink/ homeload testing session! I took me .223 and 6.5x55 and he took his cz hmr witch he calls his weasel gun he dropped it last night so wanted to check his zero! my plan was to rattle off every cartridge I had as I want the brass for the winning loads. put a few targets on an old

Not speaking for Si but I remove the bolt, fix the rifle down, squint at a distant subject down the bore then without moving the rifle look where the scope reticle is.

My license ? Cheers, D.

This crazy bint is now just coming up 15, we never thought she would make five. Recently we've had the conversation a few times, bad days her back legs give out, regularly incontinence, deaf, and sights going....... Then like an hour ago she's literally tearing round the field in pitch dark chasing a fox, comes back into the house like a charging rhino! Throwing herself from one sofa to the next, and tearing round the house like a loony ? So if she doesn't break her neck she gets to escape the needle . Gawd I will miss the crazy bint when her time comes, even though she's a

Irish passport might help.

It’s okay. I respect your opinion. He’s one of the best worker I’ve been blessed enough to get my hands on. I’m sure there are better dogs out there, but All I can do is let him work to give him the opportunity to succeed or fail. Which I do as often as possible. I’m sure you are feeding dogs that suit you as Mayhem suits me.

Wilf and bird are on about cities.there the metrosexual wine drinking types.

Theres poaching......and then theres poaching..!! ? Unless its salmos or phessies it ain't poaching in my book...lol lol

I drove up to Tamworth in one to pick up a Hancock with a mate seemed like a right epic journey with military planning , I do it nowadays in about an hour and half go up there 3/4 times a year just to see an old mate and have a bit of fishing ??

Watched this 1st cross GSD /Greyhound compete in one of the first ever Obedience Tests, devised for lurchers... I'll never forget his owner, hurtling the dummy into the most impregnable patch of bramble, known to man...? Quite why he fecking did this was a mystery? At the time, the dog looked to be streets ahead of the other contestants, both physically and most definitely cerebrally... He could have won the event, easy fecking peasy....

i give honest answer mate, he could have done both , he was plenty big enough 25in 60lb and fast enough , but he just didnt fancy getting bitten or kicked up, he did bump into few things early on as younger dog 2 year old, but must have thought he didnt fancy it lol , he never had strong prey drive as Buck got , ive always said on here gsd more grit in them than collies, you might get few hard type colliexs, but on average there not as tough as gsd , well that what i think .!

newcastle brown ale label often used as a disc in the seventies

There’s no doubt the British pub has declined massively, I think the reasons are many and varied. Back in the early 80s my brothers boozer would take 10 grand across the bar Friday and Saturday night no problem at all, then he’d have the masons and all that old bollocks in the function rooms. It was a lovely earner, now days I’d say if you don’t have a decent menu for grub you won’t survive.....grubs where the money is now, there’s f**k all in the booze. Spent my whole childhood round old traditional London boozers and the characters that frequented them but that jobs f****d no

I think you lads need to read Jukels post again ! Lol ? Your talking about your arseholes and he is talking about something completely different ! ?

Let’s have it right. Its very easy to go in about that aspect of lurcher work. But not many in reality are genuine poachers. We can all play the “ ive walked where I wanted “ crack. Anyone can ditch a dog out a van at a hare or jump a gate with a lamp for a spin on a few deer. But whose really going and cleaning estates out of pheasants and partridge ? That stuff has been dead since the 80s at least. And it was a handful of professional poachers doing it . this great game bollocks belongs in the realms of fiction

what a load of old bitches

Getting my pup on Thursday lads

And very nice to, what a superb photo, if you remember rightly, earlier in my topic, I told you that the housing officer was finding me a bungalow, and that I am ok to take the pup with me, if his response to me was, sorry keith, no dogs allowed, I would be spending the rest of my days here, I cant envisage, nor will I accept a life without a dog at my side, its bad enough without Ruth, im f****d if I will be begrudged of a dog, the little bugger can howl its bollocks off all night if need be, im up most of the night anyways, that don't bother me, nothing bothers me anymore. once again, a good

In real life he is much like he is on here ,a pleasant ,personable young man who is the honest ,wears his heart on his sleeve type of bender .

Tipsy/Merry i think is a lovely state to be in either yourself or others in your company.....but drunks i cant be around,i would feel totally vulnerable drunk in public so try to drag that " tipsy " feeling out as long as possible ?

Sicario on netflix is mental