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comanche last won the day on November 30 2010

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  • Birthday 25/04/1958

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    At present all my spare time is taken-up making a full sized mole suit using real moleskins. When finished I shall wear it to mole fetish clubs and on my nights off simply wear it while chilling out to my collection of old Velvet Underground albums.

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  1. I agree,it was a worthwhile course. And as you say ,when you learn about ,not just the theoretical ,but ,some of the actual tragic consequences that have occurred due to the mishandling of Game it is hard to be too rebellious about it.
  2. Most of the easily available information seems to refer to a 2015 update of regulations. You definately need a Trained Hunter certificate and number to sell to a Game Dealer. Local supply to butchers seems permissible as long as the rabbits are just gutted are handled and transported hygenically and meet food standards Once you start skinning you enter the world of a food processor and have to registered as such and comply with rules regarding hygenic premises and waste disposal. This indicates that selling from the back of your vehicle to a butcher is fine. However,years ago the butcher I had been selling rabbits to, suddenly told me there were issues concerning keeping and processing furred game on the same premises as prepared meat. He may just have been trying to get me to skin them for him of course. Which l did ,for an extra 50p It may be that since 2015 regulations have been updated. There seems to be some indication that you MAY now have to be registered as a food business just to supply rabbits locally. The good news is that registration cannot be refused and is free! A call to the local Environmental Health department ,explaining the situation and the limited extent of your commercial aspirations might be worthwhile. I'm sure there are a lot of people on this forum who would be interested in the result.
  3. If the dog wasthe Boss. I would've been sacked years ago .
  4. Seems to me that it started going wrong ten years ago. Rabbit numbers had been rising for several years. Some claimed that they were close to pre-myxy levels in some areas. Then came a very hard winter. It was deadly cold,there was no food value in the frozen grass . Ferrets were finding and laying-up on emaciated and long-dead bunnies in the burrows. The surviving rabbit population was weak , huddled for warmth ;living on a razor edge. What better time to introduce a little something to tip it off that edge? But of course the sort of people who would sanction that sort of thing wouldn't employ anyone they thought was too talkative to carry out their dirty-work....... But everyone makes mistakes. Anyway whatever the reasons,be they natural and climate influenced ,or something more sinister and artificial, or a potent combination of factors: something happened that winter or following Spring that left its mark on the rabbit population.
  5. The short story is ; a liaison between a farm collie bitch and a stray lurcher.
  6. Yesterday's planned ferreting trip was curtailed due to a combination of escaped Dexters and an afternoon spent repairing an electric fence unit. So this morning I was determined to snatch at least an hour or two in pursuit of something less lumpy than these two ignorant sods. THEY WEREN'T SO CUTE YESTERDAY! There are very few rabbits on my little bit of permission but the neighour ,despite being vegetarian herself, has no problem letting me skip the fence . With minimal gear stuffed in my pockets and only a ferret box and spade to carry I set off ,with the dog ,across her rough field towards a little pit where I knew there was a relable bury. Halfway there the dog went into pointer mode. A little chase ensued ,during which I didn't spot the bunny until it appeared in the dog's mouth. It clearly made the mistake of overestimating its pursuer and dropped into a squat ,rather than breaking cover and making ,what would probably've been , a successful dash for freedom. We found a rabbit at home in the pit bury. But,er,due to some substandard netting from me and the dog fumbling a catch , it escaped. It was an amateur performance. Though I prefer the term accidental conservation. A bit further on the dog gave another mark. There were only a dozen holes but half of them were under the branches of a fallen ash. I opted to struggle with netting them all. And it paid -off. Having got the frustration of yesterday's aborted mission clear of the system and with things to do at home ,I resisted the temptation to carry-on. I know; blooming part-timer.
  7. I guess as there seem to be lot of copies locked in a container at the North Pole at the moment , it might be unfair for anyone who has read the book to give too much away. It deserves a proper reveiw ,but all those excited boys and girls who are hoping to find a book-shaped parcel in their Christmas stocking need to know is the wait will be worth it . All you'll get from me is that it's content ranges from serious,informative and thought provoking ,to the hilarious and downright hairy ! Along with tales of past derring-do and ,sometimes, disaster comes a chapter or two touching on contempory influences within field-sports ,and there is a bit of record-straightening. Those of a certain age will alternatly cringe and laugh when reminded of how things were, and through the Author's words ,younger readers have a chance to experience a time of madnes that can never be repeated. Written in a unique style this is an honest and very personal book. Well I like it!
  8. Not just me then. I've finished it. Will probably start reading it again in a minute though.
  9. Amazing generosity. I'm a bit busy reading at the moment , but I'll be in touch. I feel I must warn folk not to buy this book though . If by chance one accidently falls into your hands; DO NOT OPEN IT If you do, you risk not getting any work done and going to sleep later than you should . Then there is a chance that you'll wake up really, really early and , glancing at the glossy , soft-back cover laying like a purring harlot on the bedside table , think to yourself "Just a couple more pages . I can handle it ." Edit : Well, I posted that at silly o'clock this morning . That was hours ago. Two pages weren't enough.
  10. I found myself invoved in a bit of Old School air-gunning today. I was in the middle of checking a few squirrel cages in a customer's garden when a call came from farmer . Half a dozen feral pigeons were doing what pigeons do ,all over things they shouldn't be doing what pigeons do over . I could have nipped home for something more professional-looking but decided to make do with the squirrel dispatch tool I already had in the van . Namely a 48 year old Relum with iron sights. It turned out there were six hardcore offenders . In a sort of OK Corral ( should that be Coorral? I'll get my coat.) face-off I dropped four into the dust and one onto a barn roof. Number six did an Ike Clanton and escaped. Only one of the shots was over 25 yards so I claim no great skill but it was liberating not to have to worry about denting stocks, knocking scopes or charging cylinders . Only four pigeons in the picture. Number five is still on the roof.
  11. It depends on the original agreement if you pay him or not. Many Mole-catchers charge per mole caught and operate a "No mole, no charge "policy. Others bill you by the hour plus travelling time ,whatever the result. This should be made clear before the job is undertaken. Someone on a regular contract to control moles is paid an appearance fee for their time but for one -off jobs generally "No mole ,no fee" is quite normal and fair. After-all ,if payment doesn't depend on results the most unlucky or incompetant mole-catcher will make as much money as a a good one! And ,yes; shallow runs are very trappable!
  12. A cheap monitoring option is to put a few chocolate biscuits in the loft and see if they disappear. Terrible waste of Hob Nobs though
  13. Commercial rabbit meat production was a mug's game. Even more so for the Good Lifers who couldn't achieve any sort of scale of economy. Low profits, regulations ,and the low price of wild and imported rabbit pretty much killed the industry. The money was in the sale of breeding stock to hopefull beginers . Then came the boom in designer pet rabbits. Hence you may have to pay show stock prices for some starter stock. Though good nucleus bucks and does were never cheap. The NZW and its strains were the industry mainstay, but if you are just hoping for an interesting hobby that provides a few family lunches why limit yourself? The California was a close second in commercial popularity ,much prettier and easy to handle too. The English rabbit may not match the size and growth rate of the big commercial strains but it is considered a quality meat breed and has the advantage that spare stock should easily sell on the show or pet market. I doubt Hyline are still in the rabbit business but they ,or The Commercial Rabbit Association , used to be the people to seek stock,equipment or advice from . You could try some of the smallholders' forums. Or dare I suggest it ,try to find a supplier of laboratory animals!
  14. Today I came across a whole herd of puffballs. They were a bit far-gone to consider collecing but I spotted this little fellow amongst them. Which gave me an idea.....
  15. Yes , if you want to take the Micky out of anyone I'm more deserving of it As I said; at the time I was only a lad and to be honest it really didn't seem too unreasonable to think rabbits could be flushed with a bit of smoke. Of course I realised that I needed something in which to catch any bolting bunnies with burning bums. Ignorance being the mother of invention I covered the holes with a couple of Mum's shopping baskets and some plastic carrier bags. You may mock......
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