Walking around the streets with air rifle shooting crows off rooftops no one blinked an eye maybe the odd shout watch the f***ing windows Shooting roosting pigeons at night under railway bridges letting the jack Russell rag them Snaring hares & Rabbits for the pot putting lines out on the reservoir selling the trout to the old Characters in the local boozer bird nesting kept birds of prey kestrels owls buzzards Would disappear for a day or two Poaching and sleeping in barns Ratting on the banks of local brooks Good old days good times