I’m a fifties/sixties kid. I say it often, I’m glad I was born when I was and had the best childhood. You had to live it to know what I mean. I had two brothers (sadly no longer here) who were my mentors and showed me the way and parents who encouraged independence and a free spirit. I’m still knocking about the woods and moors, jumping fences, walking miles and climbing fells. I wouldn’t change a thing. I’m very lucky
Late sixties, we all nested, had catapults, built dens, ratted along the river, dug out wasp or bee nests for grubs to go fishing, out from first light ‘til dark. I could go on, there was never a better time to be a kid
I noticed a few rats with the thermal, running round the chicken pen last Tuesday night as I waited for a fox to show. Anyway, popped on last night for an hour with the rimmy and managed 16. Picked ten this morning with six disappearing over night to either an owl, farm cats or other rats.
Not been but it’s a place I’ll visit when I retire. I’ve a mate who farms on there and I keep getting invites. You must visit the Highland Park distillery
Had a couple of hours drey poking to shift some tree rats and give newly planted trees and the birds a chance this spring. Ended with sixteen, finding two that must have dropped after we finished
I have one. It has a screen in the back for viewing any footage. A lad I know has one that pings a text when it’s tripped. He’s turned up many times after getting a text to shoot a fox
Bought a gen 1 recently. Setting up was a doddle, LRF is spot on and good distance was obtained with the on board IR, even on its lowest setting. Zeroing was simple, one shot, and an hour later I shot a fox with it on top of my 243