Wasn't born into it myself.Had my first ferreting trip out when i was about 5,the only reason my father took me out because everything he did revolved round drink.Him and his mates would do a couple of 2 or 3 apartment rabbit burrows,then it was off to the pub.They were the days when drinking and driving was the norm,it wasn't much fun sitting in an old van in a winters day with a bottle of coke and a packet of crisps when he was swallowing ale next to a log fire in the boozer.Got into Lurchers 6 years later,i walked greyhounds for my Grandfather who ran his dogs around the flapping tracks in