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Last Saturday evening - I'd been up well before dawn and after walking for miles and seen feck-all (on my permission anyway) decided to spend the last 2 hours of daylight sat in a high seat set in 12 acres of divine sitka spruce permission that was part of a 300 acre block. It was both cold and windy so being sat on my arse in the highseat and before long I was absolutely freezing my nuts off. Some total bell-ends had decided to spend the evening pretending to be Ray Mears or Bear Grylls and were 150 meters away on the neighbours permission with a roaring fire and trying to break more fire
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It was time for a long overdue trip down to my ground in Dorset to cull some sika that were terrorising some sheep - don't know whether it was just pent up frustration or what as the rut is quite far progressed now but they weren't doing themselves any favours. We arrived bang on first light - weather was nice, still and only a little chilly and as soon as we got out the truck we could hear on whistling down on the ground below. We got ready sharpish and set off to an area that had been a favourite spot for them in the past trying not to spook the sheep that occupied all the fields. Tim go
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The phone rang, it was the landowner of my patch in Dorset saying the freezer was empty and there were a lot of deer about. This statement was followed by a pregnant pause which I was quick to fill with a date in the diary! Having neglected this place for a few months and still conscious of my promise to Foxdropper to put him on a stag we found ourselves before dawn at the venue last weekend. We were early and hungry as the MacDonalds we normally stopped at was closed for a refurb - The injustice of it all! As our stomachs protested we went over the game plan and as first light came kitted up
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The alarm went off at 3:30am and the first thing to cross my mind was what the hell was I doing! I'd only been in bed 3 hours after a hellish week, the wife wasn't well and neither were my two young children. It was going to land me firmly in the red on the brownie point factor but a day trip down to Dorset had been in the diary for ages and I wasn't one to shirk on my social obligations. Tim turned up at 4am and we bundled the gear in the my car and headed down with the conversation very much on the subject of the weather and were we going to get away with it. I'd had a call weeks earlier
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Does anyone have dsc1 questions in a form that could be shared by email please If so I'm at. Dax@clydedoors.com. Thanks in advance for anyone who does and is happy to share
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Hi guys Im looking to purchase first rifle and have been using my mate tikka t3 lite at the moment but as the license draws nearer i need to decide on a gun for myself and i have been looking at the tikka t3 lite and the sako 85 finnlight can anyone let me know if they have any info on the finnlight or has anyone been using one cheers
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Having recently scored a new bit of ground in Dorset I went to give it a once over on Monday having negotiated a couple of days off work. I arrived just after 10am to meet with the shepherd, calrify the boundries and catch up with the landowners who turned out to be very keen on a filling the freezer with venison. While we were talking three sika could be seen milling around in a small copse less than 100 meters away. Visability was patchy through the scrub and I had to restrain myself from being rude and grabbing my bins out the car to see if there was a stag or pricket with them. Once we
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Getting up at 4.30 am after a few sherberts the night before I set off down to Dorset. Remarkably id had the presence of mind to get my kit & thermous ready the night before so i was packed and gulping coffee trundling down the A37 before it dawned on me I should have considered how sensible it was to be driving. I certainly didn't feel great but that wasn't unusual as I suffer from a low pain threshold when it comes to hangovers. With the throbbing sensation getting worse in my head I stopped off at the 24hr MacD's in Poundbury to get some stodge but when I couldn't even choke down a McMu
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id like to say it was a great stalk he deserved that, id seen him on the hill a few times and couldnt get close enough for a shot and a mate had stalked him and failed to nail him but yesterday evening me and a mate was driving through the steading and seen him in a field through a gap between the sheds so i got out and walked along a tree edge and got down wi the bipod and nailed him, hed have been just over 200yds and wieghd 82 ks full body wieght, id wieghed him on the sheep scales but never wieght him graloched
