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  2. coursing v track

    in Greyhounds

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    On a straight 300 yards an Irish coursing greyhound would beat a track bred, but stick a coursing bred on a track 525yards and he would loose. Coursing bred are better at flat out running. Track bred is better for running around the bends on the track.

  5. November?

    in Hunting With Hounds

    Posted

    A different world altogether to where I live; west of Ireland. It's cold and wet and has been for months.

    The scent conditions are terrible at the moment. With the cold high winds and water on the ground, the scent barely lingers, very frustrating. I wouldn't mind a bit of dry weather.

  8. Poem - I loved a Papish Girl

    in General Talk

    Posted · Edited by cúagusgiorraí

    I LOVED A PAPISH GIRL

     

     

     

    I was born and bred in Sandy Row a loyal orange Prod.

    A follower of King William that noble man of God,

    My motto no surrender my fleg the Union Jack

    And every year I’d proudly walk to Finaghy and back.

    A loyal son of Ulster a true blue that was me

    Prepared to fight prepared to die for faith and liberty.

    As well as that a Linfield man far back as I can mind

    I had no time for Catholics or people of that kind.

     

    But then one night in Bangor I met wee Rosie Brown,

    From the moment I set eyes on her my heart went up and down

    And when I thought she fancied me my heart was all a buzz

    I clean forgot to ask her what her religion was.

    I never slept a wink that night I just laid there in bed,

    I thought about wee Rosie and all the things we’d said

    I know I should have asked before I made a date

    Before I fell in love with her but by then it was too late

     

    When next we met I told her “I’m a Prod and staunch and true”

    She said “I’m a Catholic and I’m just as staunch as you.“

    The words were harsh and bitter then suddenly like this

    The centuries of hatred were forgotten in one kiss.

    That night I dreamt about her a strange confusing dream

    I dreamt we both were singing “ The Wearin of the Green”

    And as we walked to Finaghy full of harmony and hope

    Who was there to greet us but his Holiness the Pope.

     

    When I awoke I new that dream was even more than true

    The future we were heading for would be confusing too.

    Indeed when I thought about it, it was all to clear

    That was to be the understatement of the year.

    I knew our love could bring us little but trouble and distress

    But nothing in this world could make me love my Rosie less.

    I saved a bit of money as quickly as I could

    I asked her if she’d marry me and by God she said she would.

     

    Then the trouble really started her folks were flaming mad

    And when mine heard about it sure they were twice as bad,

    Her father said that from that day he’d hang his head in shame

    And by a strange coincidence my oul lad said the same.

    My mother cried her eyes out and said I’d rue the day

    I’d let a Papish hussy steal my royal heart away.

    And Rose’s mother said when she’d recovered from the blow

    She’d rather see the Divil than a man from Sandy Row.

     

    In deference to Rosie we were married in her church

    But my clergyman was there as well; he didn’t leave me in the lurch.

    The Priest was awfully nice to me he made me feel at home

    I think he pitied both of us for our families wouldn’t come.

    The house we went to live in had nothing but four walls,

    It was far away from Sandy Row and farther from the Falls.

    And that’s the way we wanted it for both of us new well

    That back among the ones we knew our lives would just be hell.

     

    But life out there for Rosie was lonely I knew well

    And of course we had our wee religious differences too,

    When Friday came along and Rosie gave me fish

    I looked at it and then at her and said ”That’s not my dish.”

    I mind well what she answered though she never said it twice

    “To ate no meat on Friday is a poor wee sacrifice

    To make for Christ who died one Friday long ago.”

    But anyway I ate the fish and it wasn’t bad you know.

     

    Then Sunday came and I lay on and she got up for Mass.

    Then Rosie turned to me and said “ Will you shift your lazy ass

    You’ve got a Church to go to and that’s where you should be

    So up you get this minute you’ll go part of the road with me.”

    We left the house together but we parted down the line,

    She went off to her Church and I went off to mine

    But all through out the service although we were apart

    I felt I was worshiping with Rosie in my heart.

    The weeks and months went quickly by and then there comes the day

    That Rosie up and tells me that a child is on the way.

    Then from that day my life becomes a wondrous thing

    Like a lovely flower unfolding its petals in the spring.

    We wrote and told our families for they never came to call

    And we thought this news would heal the breach and so it did an all.

    My Mother and then Rosies come to visit us in turn

    And I marveled at the power of a wee child yet unborn.

     

    Och but I was awful disillusioned when I found out why they came

    It wasn’t just to heal the breach or make it up again,

    Rosie’s Mother had come to say the child would be RC

    And mine had come to say it would be a Protestant like me.

    The rows before the wedding were surely meek and mild

    Compared to all the rumpus that was ris about the child,

    From both sides of the family insults and threats were hurled

    O what a desperate way to welcome a wee angel to this world.

     

    The child must be a Catholic no the child must be a Prod,

    But the last and powerful voice I heard was the mighty voice of God

    When to is awful wisdom I had to hang my head

    When Rosies time had come at last the child was born but dead.

    That night I sat by Rosies bed and just before the dawn

    I kissed her as she left me to join our angel son.

    This orange heart was broken within these four bare walls

    Where the hells the Shankill and where the hells the Falls.

     

    In all the years that’s past since then years of grief and pain

    I’d give my life and even more just to see her face again.

    But the loneliness is near over now I’ll see her soon I know

    For the Doctor told me yesterday that I haven’t long to go.

    And when I go up yonder they’ll let me in I hope

    And when the ask me who I’m for King Billy or the Pope,

    I’m going to take no chances I’ll answer loud and clear

    I’m just a loyal Protestant who loved, a Papish girl.

     

    But one way or another I think they’ll let me through

    And Rosie will be waiting there, and our wee angel too

    Then a little child will lead them the Papisher and the Prod

    Up the golden steps of Heaven into the house of God.

     

     

     

     

     

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  14. dogs living in the wild

    in General Talk

    Posted · Edited by cúagusgiorraí

    I see them regularly. There is a wild collie dog in my village at the moment. He's as wild as a fox. I also know of a pack of feral dogs in a local big town, they only come out in the dead of night, and lay up in derelict buildings during the day. I also know a place where I am sure feral dogs are living in wilderness and have been for generations, probably eating sheep.

  17. Lynx hunting with hounds

    in Hunting With Hounds

    Posted

    Would be interesting to see a catch dog one one.

     

    :no: no in my opinion it wouldn't be interesting. Those lynx take down reindeer and Roe deer, their main quarry. Their claws are massive. I'm sure a game dog could kill a lynx, but not after a long ordeal of being ripped to shreds, and it would probably die later from it's horrific injuries. This is why they use and bred baying hounds to hunt the lynx and bear in their country.

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  20. Travelling with Pets, New Regulations

    in Working Dog Health & Training Talk

    Posted

    Hi everyone

    Just to let ye all know, regulations for traveling with pets in UK and Ireland, to EU and non EU countries, will change in Jan 2012.

     

    This will totally revolutionise our abilities to hunt in foreign countries with our dogs, and also import and export working dogs.

    I plan to make good use of these new regulations! :yes:

     

    It's all here

    http://www.defra.gov.uk/news/2011/06/30/new-rules-pet-passports/

     

    :thumbs:

  24. Badger Setts - How many in your area?

    in General Talk

    Posted · Edited by cúagusgiorraí

    Hi everyone,

     

    just out of curiosity, how many badger setts are within your general area?

     

    I know of nine active setts within three miles radius of my house. There may be more. Would this be an above or below average amount of setts for a normal rural area in Ireland or UK?

  25. bramble jam

    in Living Off The Land & Game Cooking

    Posted · Edited by cúagusgiorraí

    I've been collecting them for the past couple weeks, but recently with the heavy rain and high winds, a lot of the berries are in bad shape. Some of the forming berries are rotting. A lot of mold as well. The main crop has been damaged badly. The same happened last year. At least I was able to pick a good load of the first early berries. I seen in a shop they were selling a few blackberries in a tub for €2.50!

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