Bosun11

I judged a wolfhound/greyhound the other week in Conwy. Bloke brought that, and a trailer full of different crosses over from Northern Ireland. He was tiny, and the dog as big as him..! To be honest, the beast looked like it had a gallop in it. And I asked what it was like on foxes. He replied that he'd never tried it on them. It was just a deer dog, at which it did very well, and running it on foxes may spoil that..!! All I know is that, neither dog nor owner looked like they could deal with a deer in the field, and I wouldn't like to shovel up after it...

It was one hell of an experience mate. To follow a professional stalker trying to hit his cull quota was tough. I really wasn't sure what to expect, so kept an open mind. Donnie is in his late 60's, but he can move up the steepest glen like the very beasts we were stalking. Driving the bottom roads, pausing to gaze up, and as soon as deer were spotted we were going up, vertical, direct, no paths, no routes, just direct. On a couple of stalks, Donnie would say " this isn't going to be fun", and boy was he right..! Gralloched where they fell, it fed the foxes on the hill. Some of the poorer

Great & positive story for working terriers and the F&MWTC... Well done Gordon Bottomley Great photo too

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I was invited to go stalking up near Alberfeldy last November. I seen a total contrast to everything you have just posted. To have it right, ALL upland areas in the British Isles used to be densely forested, but were stripped bare for grazing, hundreds of years before the gun was ever invented.

My post has feck all to do with the dog mate. He's in the fecking way..! And yeah, he's a line bred half cross

If you know, you know...

An owners ego is the heaviest burden a dog can carry...

Haha no mate, it was a scene from this film. With John Wayne sat up front, about to nab a giraffe with that noose on a pole...

Superb

You should get one of these...

Defender...

You have no idea mate, no idea at all... I'd give the subject of driving fields a wide berth.

Crazy nights... Was always funny seeing lads out lamping on foot, and tearing up to them, lights off, foot to the floor, then slam on... The looks we'd get... Priceless!!

Those were the days, or nights..!!