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Maybe fit a wicca basket. I'll get my coat.

A schoolmate reared a fox from a cub . He brought it to school once and it bit the biology teacher . it became a real handful when it matured and in the end it went to a wildlife sanctuary (or so we were told). You a right about the smell though. The lad who owned it always wore an old lumber jacket and it stunk!

Very wise , it's a bitch when you defrost the wrong body. There was time when a fair few people l knew were neo pagan types . I did a patio for one of them and when nearly finished scratched a stylised version of my initials and the date into bit of pug before it set. I came back later to get my tools and clear-up to find the woman in a mildly distressed state. Apparently someone or "something"had crept into her garden and inscribed her new patio with demonic symbols!

Well ,sad sod that l am ,l just found a contemporary article about Mr Gibbs. Ordinary brown pelts fetched 50cents to 1$ . 50 . However black pelts fetched 2$ . At one point Mr Gibbs was selling breeding pairs of black musk rats for 50$ ! This had dropped to a mere 25$ a pair at the time of the article . As a sideline the meat was sold either as "marsh rabbit" or ....terrapin!

Thanks for that. Rising out of the water,it gets more 1930's sci fi by the minute. And I was wondering why the pictures clearly show jaws around the treadle when it was billed as a live-catch trap . I guess if it goes a bit wrong a three legged muskratscan still breed .

It's got an HG Wells/ Steam Punk vibe ,love it. Do you know when they were made?

They fairies were obviously cut outs yet even supposedly clever people wanted to believe or at least were too proud to admit being fooled . It's a bit like Piltdown Man ,AKA the Missing link between Man and Ape ; discovered in Sussex of all places . A human skull cobbled up to bits of an orangutan jaw .The perpetrator of the fraud had form for fake historical finds ( including passing-off cheap Greek and Italian tourist trinkets as antiquities and the discovery of a stone age cricket bat!) yet was still believed by fellow amateur archaeologists and a few supposed experts and those who

I'm wondering what the law will mean for country shows that have lurcher and terrier racing . Some "family" dog shows also stage fun " run what u you brung"races for dogs of all breeds.

Yep ,l've been there too.... It just appeared ,wasn't any bother,never paid it much attention or gave it a proper name . Everyone just called it The Black Cat . Then when it went AWOL l missed it ,even dogs seemed to miss it . Eventually it reappeared. Shortly after which the little tart presented us with kittens!

One thing l've noticed with cats is they gravitate to the person in the house who doesn't actually like cats. I think it's because they are ignored and get a chance to relax without getting annoyed by being poked about. I remember my old head keeper who wasn't keen on cats stalking round his cottage with a gun in pursuit of a stray cat . His wife and daughter were on the other side of the house with a tin of food. They got there first and the cat stayed Some time later we were sitting round the table with an elderly old- school keeper who had dropped by for a cup of tea . He co

Thanks Steve. As l said my mate made this one himself ,using a cheap Chinese lathe. Only the anodising was out- sourced. Clever whotsit even made two interchangeable spools for it; one with bearings and the one in the picture which is a proper centre pin. l felt a bit honoured that he let me borrow it

My last few fishing trips had been underwhelming, for me that is. A good friend had kindly blagged a couple of free guest tickets for me on a stretch of his club river. I blanked on the first trip- the river rose six inches during the day but l soldiered-on ,vainly. He ,fishing a few hundred yards away had better luck, with a couple of rather good chub. My last trip with him proved a bit better for me in that at least l was saved from total humiliation by half a dozen little dace . The lovely blue reel in the picture isn't mine. I borrowed it from my mate ,w

Thanks Mackem This the same lady who once had a mange-ridden fox stroll into her living while she was knitting!

One of my favourite customers is an elderly widow. She called today and opened with " Hello my dear. I am sorry. I know it's Saturday but l've got one of the buggers asleep on my lawn ." Ten minutes later l coasted the van to a halt at the top of her drive . Popping a couple of bullets into the old Brno l snuck on foot toward her cottage. Rounding the corner of an old stable l spotted the " bugger" concerned. It roused ,looked up ,then went to sleep again ,permanently. Job done l was met at the cottage door by the old lady who had been watching from the window

Hello phiIpot , thought you would have had a few replies by now from more expert type people . All l can say is that when l bought my S/Hand Brno ,along with the subs l bought a box of 100 Reminton HV bullets This was 40 years ago, and l still have about half of those Remington H/Vs left. I thought they would be just the thing for those plus100 yd bunnies but concluded that a long range shot with a sub using the right hold-over was a more reliable way of getting the bullet where l wanted it on small targets. Since then l've learned that according to the wisdom of