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  1. 31 points
    just got back from a little all nighter on the wye with my 3❤can't beat the outdoors with the little uns
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    These are a couple of photos I’ve dug out from the old family albums. These were owned by my great grandad. Photos of both terriers were taken around 1910 in Derbyshire. Hope they are of interest.
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    Hopefully these few old pictures and some of recollections from my early teens (the late 1950’s and early 1960’s) may be of some interest. They’re all old style “rag whippets” and pre date the requirement for a whippet to be registered with the Kennel Club in order to enter a race. Typically these dogs ran from about 14-20 lbs (sometimes smaller) and anything past say the mid 20’s would be questioned as to whether it was actually a true whippet (rather than maybe a whippet x greyhound). At that time, my father ran a “drinkers pub” in the heart of the Black Country (aka the Industrial Midlands). In the main it was frequented by steelworkers and almost exclusively those of the “sporting variety”. If you were known to have a genuine interest in Whippets, Staffords, Poultry or Pigeons then you were always made to feel welcome. But if not, you’d have very little in common with the regulars and be treated with a fair degree of suspicion. For as long as I can remember, this photograph always hung above the fireplace in the bar and that would be at least 60 years back and beyond. In those days the whippets ran in straight lines between strings and without muzzles, if they crossed out of their lane they were immediately disqualified, but rarely did. They were all hand slipped and ran to a rag waved by their owner at the end of the track. With hand slipping, you listened for the gun to go off and as soon as it did the dog would be flung through the air and hit the ground running. It was literally a “flying start”, very much an art in itself and it was often said that a good slipper could make you a yard to begin. So determined were these little dogs and so fierce their hatred for the “rag”, they would take hold of it in full flight. And in order to prevent them injuring themselves, the “rag man” would have to follow them through, swing them through the air still latched on and catch them under their arm (once again an art in itself). Before each race the dogs were publicly weighed by the Weighing Steward and then handicapped in accordance with the old “yards for pounds rule”, where for example a 19lb dog would be given a one yard start over a dog weighing 20lbs and so on. At that time there was none of this “handicapping on performance”, where a poorly performing dog was given a “fair chance” to beat something undeniably better. In my day, the weighing in process was normally carried out using an old fashioned balance scale which I always knew as a “Steelyard”. This was always carried out in complete silence, the only person who spoke was the Weighing Steward and anyone foolish enough to do otherwise was automatically viewed as “attempting to influence the Steward” and ran the very real risk of receiving immediate rough justice right there and then. “Old Jack”, my father’s mentor and benefactor, weighing a dog with the same “steelyards” I have at home today. My Dad was given a bitch pup by “Old Jack’s” son Joe, a very close friend and a man who’d inherited all the talents of his father. Throughout my entire life I only ever knew any of them to “gift” dogs, and then only to people who had earned their trust (not a mean feat in itself). Around the same time, a brand new soft drink was launched and as a Publican my father was being bombarded with advertising literature and requests to stock it. The drink was called Tango and that’s what they named the pup. “Tango” made 19.5lbs and earned herself a bit of a reputation. Between them they’d always had good dogs and were definitely “the ones to beat”, but this bitch was that little bit special and to plenty that were about at that time she was viewed as the best that there was. In fact so confident were Dad and his mates in that bitch and their ability to present her properly, that they had a challenge out to run any dog in the country, yards for pounds, over 120 yards, for a decent side stake of anything up to a maximum of £100 a side. When you consider just how long ago that was and the fact they were only ordinary working men, that was a lot of confidence to have, particularly when you consider I’d be about 13 or 14 at the time and when I started my first job at 17 my first week’s wages was £3/4s/2d (that’s about £3.21p in modern day money). Now before anyone shoots me down, I’m not saying there weren’t other good dogs about at that time (in fact there were plenty), or that there weren’t any which might have been able to beat her. But what I can say with my hand on my heart and 100% certainty is that of the handful or so which rose to the challenge, no one ever walked away with the purse. My apologies for banging on a bit, but once I’d found out these old photos the memories just came flooding back too. Y.I.S. and with the greatest respect for those no longer with us – Barrie P.S. I remember seeing a letter from a famous Hollywood actor who was very well known for keeping Staffords. It was a letter to “Old Jack” inviting him to America and offering to set him up with a house and pay him whatever he wished to “look after the dogs”. When his friends and family asked him what he was planning to do, his reply was “Why the f*** would I want to go to America, I don’t know anybody over there” and he really did mean it. They certainly don’t make ‘em like that any more.
  4. 24 points
    Bred several litters in the 1980s/1990s,..we worked them most nights,... Straight cross twixt Ardkinglas Deerhound and Irish Coursing Greyhounds.. The next cross, back to the Greyhound was always far more agile and useful product. Great dogs for the Roe... We then put our 3/4 bred hybrids over big whippets...then we were cooking... Terrific old-style longdogs,.great to see lads still enjoying them...
  5. 23 points
    Promised the little ins we could go 'camping' in the garden during school hols. You know life has changed when such an event gets your bivvy out for the first time in years! Wouldnt change it for the world. Controlled campfire in the bbq for toasting marshmallows. Priceless times.
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    BOSS....not mine,owners permission
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    Been a long time since I posted a pic so here's my two I've been putting a lot of graft into last two years. Tbf turning out two very good finders smash cover and find them anywhere. Testing at times but still only young. Bred from a very good dog called fudge from Yorkshire beagle spaniel to a bitch I got bred of the same lads beagle spaniel terrier.
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    And to be honest you haven’t missed anything full of f***ing idiots now used to be good when the coursing lads were on here until they back doored Gorger’s Lucas into a draw cuz they were to scared to slip the dozer on his third hare ffs and called the black assassin a jacker all you get now is what’s the best size in woman’s dresses for lamping and baked beans you might as well f**k off for another decade atb B.B.
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    Just for Pastoral fans out there,..these are some words I penned from research, a few years ago... Obviously, only my opinion,...based solely on my own experience... The Australian Cattle Dog The evolution of this unique, purpose-bred worker has been well documented, and although one can never be 100% certain of every fact, I believe that much of the historical information appears to be reasonably accurate. When the first pioneering settlers started to colonise Australia and to produce large herds of cattle that grazed on the vast unfenced properties and bushlands, they soon set about creating a unique breed of dog to assist them in mustering and moving semi-wild cattle. The principal requirement of this new type of dog was that it be strong, possess great stamina, and obviously be able to bite. Initially, the cattlemen had used an ancient style of dog that many had brought with them on that long and arduous journey from old England. This heavy-coated dog was known as the Smithfield. This was a large, long-haired, droving cur, thought to be bred from the Old Bobtail, with an infusion from various other breeds. This hardy beast worked both sheep and cattle, and derived its famous name, from its association with the Smithfield Meat Markets of Victorian London. When used in Australia, these dogs were suitable for working the sheep, but handling wild cattle in a harsh environment was another matter. To control animals such as these a dog must work silently from the rear, and be forceful enough to move them. Such a dog must be able to sustain hard work for prolonged periods, in all kinds of weather conditions and over different types of terrain. These hairy beasts had been created to drive sheep and cattle from all over our country, heading towards the pastures of East Anglia for fattening, and then finally, onto London for slaughter. However, conditions were different in England to Australia, and they just couldn’t handle the blistering heat and rough terrain of the new continent. They were entirely adequate when used amidst the coastal areas, but when the settlers moved ever deeper into the harsh interior and established vast cattle ranches, it soon became evident that these dogs simply couldn’t stand up to conditions in the Outback. Then, around about 1830, a cattleman, named Timmins of New South Wales crossed these noisy and somewhat cumbersome huntaway droving dogs with the native Australian wild dog, the Dingo. This hybridisation produced some really cracking animals, known locally as Timmins Biters. These dogs worked silently in the manner of the Dingo and were the starting point in the next phase of the Australian Cattle Dog’s development. Unfortunately, these Red Bobtails were a wee bit too hard, and were branded as being inveterate killers and eaters, of cattle! Obviously, that was not a big success. It is said that soon after; a landowner named Thomas Hall imported a brace of smooth-coated, blue merle collies from Scotland. And, although these canny dogs worked reasonably well enough, they still barked a fair bit. They also tried to head the stock. Both of these attributes are undesirable and can be dangerous when working semi-wild cattle. Thus, the next cross was back again to the Dingo. These silent workers moved quickly and crept about behind the animals in the manner of a wild predator, the resulting litter from that experiment became known as Hall’s Heelers. Clearly, during that time, many other stockmen throughout the area were working towards similar goals and also trying to produce a suitable worker. They were well aware that without good healthy cattle dogs at their disposal, their own daily tasks just could not be achieved. Many other breeds were used to improve and refine the Australian Cattle Dog. One of these was reputedly the Dalmatian. The result produced a dependable active worker, that was identical in type and build to the Dingo, only thicker set, and with peculiar markings found on no other dog in the world. The blue dogs had black patches around the eyes, with black ears and brown eyes, with a small white patch in the middle of the forehead. The body was dark blue, evenly speckled with a lighter blue. The red dogs had dark red markings instead of black, with an even, all-over red speckle. One should also bear in mind that the Dalmatian of that bygone era, was vastly different, from the contemporary show dog. This move was undertaken to hopefully instil in the dog, a tolerance towards horses. And we should perhaps remember that back in those days, most works with livestock was carried out on horseback. The well-known spotted dog was bred into this potent mix to also produce a natural protectiveness, towards both master and his property. This dominant trait is one that certainly lives on today. Unfortunately, by doing this, and using a breed that was mostly a non-worker, some of the working ability was lost. So, the next logical step was to include the blood of the fabulous Kelpie, Australia’s own sheep herding specialist. Further infusions of the real Bull Terrier blood was also used to increase courage, and what might best be termed as bottle. However, one of the requirements of a cattle dog is to go in low, bite the steer’s heel and then, by quickly ducking, avoid the resulting kick, and get the hell out. This is directly opposed to the mindset of the bull-blooded animal, which would grip a portion of his quarry’s anatomy, and simply hang on. This dangerous action is most unwise with feral cattle, so the Bull blood was used, sparingly. The temperament and character of the real Australian Cattle Dog is one of a rough, sturdy, full of fun canine. However, they are noticeably suspicious of strangers and will show aggression towards anyone, or anything that they deem to be a genuine threat, against their master or his family. This intense loyalty has to be seen to be believed. They have a quicksilver mind that allows them to react instantly to situations, and to quickly learn the tasks required of them. Also, and perhaps more importantly, they are physically tough. They are also exceptionally long-lived. In fact, an ACD named Bluey is mentioned in The Guinness Book of Records. He was bought as a raw pup by a drover back in 1910, and it has been reliably documented that he worked the sheep and cattle for a further twenty years. Eventually, after reaching the ripe old age of twenty-nine, he ultimately decided to call it a day. With this in mind, I felt quietly confident, that any lurcher hybrid created from such a canine mix, would be a darn good bet for me, and at the very least, I would surely get my money’s worth
  15. 18 points
    I've thought about this topic a lot while I've been in the mountains. I'll give the hardest title (for me) to my mum. She was born in 1950, she was born dead and survived with cerebral palsy. She spent most of her young years in calipers, the government sent her to a 'special school' because they believe it was best for her. She managed being thought of as stupid (thats how it was in them days) all her life and excelled in her education as a point. She left and started to work. A few years later she married my dad and became a housewife and had me. Back then the government again wanted to interfere and take me away from her but she and my grandma (who learnt the hard way) fought and managed to beat social services. She had my brothers later on, lost a child to miscarriage and my brother at 14. She has spent her entire life falling over (she has the scars to prove it) smashing herself up and picking herself up every single time with a smile and a thank you, usually followed by "I'm alright, it's nowt" lol a woman I can say made me the man I am. Love you mum, you're the hardest person I know
  16. 17 points
    My mate rob runs his own shoot ,he puts every penny n hour into this little syndicate.BUt again foxes are the no1 pest .so we geared up and dropped on his spots ,there is 2 patches off whins plus good group off low tight trees .we had to wait till at least 7pm so it would cool down a bit. I only had Brian and young maggie with me,first spot produced nothing but rabbits. Second spot produced 3 Charlie's. One was hit hard to got to barley, so will be looking for that today .one cleanly escaped and 1 fell to the gun of the man himself. He was over moon .both young dogs done well hopefully hell be pest free for a month or 2
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    Same pup, skin like elephant hide too
  18. 16 points
    Don't post often but had a bit of luck with a landowner I had to deliver to just commented on the amount of rabbits I had seen on his drive when he said there bloody everywhere, I just mentioned that I would be willing to shoot a few with air rifle if he wanted, his reply was fill your boots take as many as you want, turns out he owned 150 acres. Went the other morning and shot 6 was at car loading gun in back when he.came over and was pleased with the 6 but said try for more please, OK I said I will, he then replied by saying it was a shame my air rifle wasn't powerful enough for bloody muntjac as I got too many, my reply was my air rifle might not be but my 243 is, take your fill of them was his reply. So I could well end up with a mixed bag soon next time I'm there both rifles ate coming and camera
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    Right Lads First Thanks to everyone who attended, helped, organised and generally made the effort again to make this a success. No one ever comes to this weekend and doesn't generally muck in and make the event what it is, we know it's only a small gathering of hairy assed hunters off a site, but it's kept going for 7 years and that's down to everyone making the effort to travel huge distance (well not me!! lol), bring food, drink, prizes, cool boxes, barbies, chairs etc etc. We're on £1200 for this weekend, there are a couple of lads that owe a bit to the pot, I've got the cash and it will be in the bank tomorrow and paid onto the link, the virgin giving link is below. https://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/KEVINMcGuinness6 If anyone wants to add to the pot that's great and thank you. As my previous post, the charity is a bit of a personal one as Graham and Mary were a big part of my growing up, their lad David was only 7 or 8 when I used to take him fishing and now he owns a cracking fishery of his own... how it all changes eh! lol I fished loads with Graham when I was a teenager and Mary was like a 2nd mum, all the lads who attend the comp will say how she treats you, nothing is too much trouble, they are just great people. It's been a tough time for them all with Graham being so ill, it was great he fished the match with us as I know it was tough for him. Force Cancer Charity is a very fitting one this year and a big thanks to Sean (Daniel Cain) for allowing us to choose it as the winner always picks, thanks mate. Dave and his wife Nirima make the whole weekend very easy for us, they are the most hospitable of people and to be honest I think we would be hard pushed to find anywhere that treats us so well. From the cooked breakfast each morning to the relaxed manner regards the dogs, our late night bbqs and talking/drinking around the fire pit they enjoy the event as much as we do so I can't thank them enough for the effort they put in for us. Lads were arriving in Devon from Wednesday night, Bud (Mick) and his 2 kids, Callum and Olivia, braved the weather from Wednesday and made the most of the trip down to Devon. Mick isn't on here but has came to a couple of comps now through his friendship with Joe, his pheasant sausages on Friday night were top notch and the 2 home made coat hangers made from solid oak with cartridge casings as the coat pegs were really smart., thanks for the effort mate. Friday was a complete wash out, I was running around like a twat (last minute as ever), whilst SeanC was sending me picks of the lads huddled in Arry's awning drinking cider, the weekend was under way. The rain didn't stop all day and most of the night, we managed to get the fire pit lit and got jacket potatoes on the embers, they came out pretty good, SeanC had brought some roast chicken, we cooked up Bean on Robbos stove, the kids grated cheese and dinner was served out of the back of my work van... not fine cuisine by any stretch but was perfect for us... the rain stopped long enough for us to sit around the fire pit have a cider and a yap... it was a decent night in the end. We planned to fish the Teign estuary on Saturday morning, but with the amount of rain and the wind being too strong for the lads to collect live eels it was called off, Me, Johnny boy Fin and Kane had a walk down the tidal Exe with the dogs and it was tanking through, there were trees floating past us and the main weir had collapsed in places, certainly no chance of fishing a river. So we all sat down on one of the ponds and caught a few fish, Arry and Sid G were catching carp on the top pond with Daniel Cain (last years winner showing them the way.!!) I had the kids fishing with me, Geth (White Van Man) had brought his 2 lads Oliver and Jacob, Kane (Johnnyboys lad) was with me and Finley , they took turns on the box and all caught a carp or tench, young Oliver was hooked and I think thats it now he's an angler.... Geths wallet will take a hammering now!! lol In the Evening Socks and Dan turned up, we got the BBQ going and Joe produced some chicken and Pork he had marinaded, the meat was lovely, Mary brought us down potato salad and a rice salad she had made, we ste up a big table and filled it with food... lit the fire pit and Sean (Daniel Cain) put some music on, it stayed dry and again we had a good yap around the fire drinking and talking shit..... perfect! Around midnight I heard "Aye up", looked round and Bob had arrived, fair play mate... it's a massive drive for you and we knew it was your wifes birthday, to make it down was a massive effort, but you've never missed a weekend. Me. Bob and Dave (Sid G) sat around the fire pit until too late... 3-30 I think?? waking up for the comp the next morning was hard work!! lol The morning of the comp starts with fry up all round, we draw pegs and the banter begins.... the piss taking is always good... Sean was odds on favourite, winning it the year before and drawing the near enough the same place... plus he'd caught a few the day before... he ran to his peg like a kid on Christmas morning....... 5 hours later without a fish in the net the wooded spoon (pink dressing gown) was his lol... All the lads on the top lake struggled, it is a shallow carp lake and they were all getting smashed up, the fish aren't particularly big but they hit and run.... it's hold on or get snagged. Arry had a decent day with 6 carp.... winning the lake... but Johnnyboy picked up the trophy for biggest fish with a carp of 6lb 10oz, again he got smashed up a few times but stuck at it... well done mate. Socks managed a carp and a few bits and Sid G had a few small bits but was smashed up by carp, he had caught a few the day before and now has the bug! The lower lake has very few carp in it, it is a decent lake to match fish on and everyone caught fish, SeanC was making a big scene showing off by making his bream jump, every 30 minutes or so he'd have another decent slab crashing lol..... Sean finished on 25lb and took 3rd place... well done mate, you fished well. Robbo was as ever steadily catching fish, he was on the opposite corner to me and I could see he was netting the majority, he caught some decent bream, but the roach and crucians in his net were the stand out fish for me, really nice fish he finished with just under 28lb for 2nd place.. I know you enjoyed your day mate, it's your sort of fishing. I pulled the corner peg and knew you could catch a few in there, it was steady all day to be fair, lots of bream, tench and a few crucians and roach. There was the odd period when it went quiet, I alternated a bit and kept the feed going in.... Sean hadn't seen me catch that many fish and called me a sneaky git when I pulled the net in, I weighed in 44lb, it was a really enjoyable days fishing to be honest. As said everyone had fish, Luke (Bullmastiff) was happy in the sun with a cider and caught some nice bream, Bob had a decent netful with a cracking rudd in there, Dytkos (Dave) was steady all day and had some nice fish, it was great to have Graham fish with us and he had 14lb of fish as well. The fishing was pretty good to be honest. The best night is the Sunday night and this one was one of my favourites, Johhny was as good as ever as our auctioneer supreme, there was great banter right through, the coin toss was followed by a new game, heads and tails, Sid G introduced this one... simple enough all put a pound in, you then make a choice of heads or tails by touching your head or your ass, Sid G flips a coin and if you've chose right you stay in, the last one standing wins a tenner... Dytkos' dance moves on the first round seen him win lol.... between the coin toss and head and tails £150 went in the pot!! The prizes donated were brilliant again, every year the prizes are great...cheers to everyone on this. The kids were great with sorting the raffle tickets, helping Johnny etc.... The BBQ this night was top notch, the meat was as good as ever, Thanks Dan most appreciated, And Joes wife (Ofelia) had made chilli jam which was perfect with the meat... Same drill again, fire pit, food, drink, talk shit until the early hours!! lol Well it's another year done, this was a really good one, the rain could've f****d it but we turned it around into a good do.... Thanks again to all... Kev
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    he looks a happy chap
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    Not in his class but my eldest girl drew this in less than an hour
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    Not the best picture, one of a litter my mates got on, and what a litter it is, broke my old heart to leave him there.
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    Atb with the pup John I’ve been getting a grew x collie first cross ready for the season , she’s just turned ten months and she’s just over 21’ tts I like what I ‘m seeing at the min
  25. 14 points
    The best dog I ever had isn’t the dog I’d have again given the chance. Having a proper connection with a lurcher is a special thing and has been harder to replace for me than getting a lurcher to do what I need it to.