A Mooch Today

[paulus 26]

Took the two big dogs for a morning mooch around a local piece of land that a couple of mates have rented for the next 5 years, its made up of five fields roughly twenty acres each and a strip that's about 7 acres. all bar the strip is set with oil seed rape the, strip still has last years spring barley as they were unable to harvest due to the ground being resembling a laiden sponge. as i came through the gate in the van a large flock of woodies rose from the field in front of me, i parked up and lit a rollup looking out the window across the land, both dogs looking over my shoulder with expectation in there eyes. i walked around the back of the van and opened the door, both dogs stood waiting to be told to get out, both dogs on slips we walk down the track behind the abandoned dutch barn, futher down the track both dogs start to scent the air near a little spiny that i know has a fox earth in it. Possibly cubs im thinking as i light another rollup. we quickly reached another long spinney that stretches the width of the second field, this is where i turn the dogs loose as the spinney hides all from view. both dogs are quickly into the spinney and working well, as i walked down the edge of the spinney the rain started to get heavier i could hear the pigeons crashing from the tree tops as the dogs worked the spinney in front and to the left of me. when i got probably 30 yards from the end of this spinney both dogs popped out, i called them up and we set off down the edge of the field, the edge of this field is a very thick blackthorn and hawthorn mixture with the odd oak tree here and there, at the back of this hedge runs a six foot security fence that runs for a quarter mile. the dogs enter and start to work it steadily. anything in this hedge has no option but to run the hedge or break across a bare rape field as the fence stop anything bolting the other way. the young dog pops out and runs down the hedge and back in again, eye, eye something in here im thinking to myself, seconds later the familiar cackle of a cock pheasant fills the air. at the bottom we turn right and start to fillow the water filled dyke across the field toward the little strip of layed barley. all the way up the dyke the dogs are busying themselves flushing snipe, there great to watch as the take off flying just above the ground jinking like mad as they go before opening there wings and rising quickly. the air is filled with the sound of skylarks in song and i stand and watch as three plovers dance there merry dance in the sky. at the end of the dyke the dogs start to look more excited and noses glued to the ground pass into the barley field, the edge of this field has a very deep and wide dyke and is border is a thick spinney that's made up of mainly dead tress all covered in green moss. the old dog starts to scent the air and takes off across the water logged flattened barley at the same time the younger dog goes charging down the field edge and crashes into the spinney, the old dog has put up a trio of mallard near enough on the far side of the field and is busy sniffing around for something else, down the field in front on me i see a rabbit bolt from the spinney followed by the young dog, he's right ontop of it when it crashes back into the spinney, once again the young dog goes in, this part of the spinney is an extremely dense mixture of dead and fallen tress and thick bramble. After a minute or two i saw the rabbit bolt into the barley and start its long run to the safety of the large embankment behind the industrial estate. as i turn to watch its escape i spy the old dog coming as fast as his old legs will carry him water splashing with every paw that touches the ground, as i stand and watch him im thinking only a few short years ago he would have been on that by now, but at age eleven his speed has slowly diminished, he eventually managed to get behind it just as it hit the embankment.
he never followed it in, instead he turned and ran down the edge of it before crashing at full speed into a large bramble patch, the air was filled with that satisfying squealing of a caught rabbit. seconds later he's trotting back through the sodden barley caring his prize, at this point my mind changes back to the younger dog, he is now coming over the field following the scent of the rabbit. the old dog is now at my side and the rabbit is dispatched. i give the young dog a whistle as its time to make our way back to the van as my wellies have been leaking and my feet are cold and wet. he turns and starts to head towards me when he stops in his tracks and starts to air scent, then its head down tail up and he's off like a blood hound to my right, seconds later a trio of mallards erupts from the flattened barley the young dog is now in full stride and closing fast, nearer and nearer as the three start to take off he explodes with one almighty leap taking the drake to the right out of the air. second later he's at my side with his prize in his mouth, I put them both back on their slips and start to walk back to the van with both prizes safely tucked into the bag, away from prying eyes. as im walking back im watching both dogs and thinking there's nothing in this world to match watching dogs you've bred, doing what they do best.

 

a few picture to keep killing crew happy, these were taken before today as ive not got my camera at the minute :laugh:

[goldfish 185]

Took the two big dogs for a morning mooch around a local piece of land that a couple of mates have rented for the next 5 years, its made up of five fields roughly twenty acres each and a strip that's about 7 acres. all bar the strip is set with oil seed rape the, strip still has last years spring barley as they were unable to harvest due to the ground being resembling a laiden sponge. as i came through the gate in the van a large flock of woodies rose from the field in front of me, i parked up and lit a rollup looking out the window across the land, both dogs looking over my shoulder with expectation in there eyes. i walked around the back of the van and opened the door, both dogs stood waiting to be told to get out, both dogs on slips we walk down the track behind the abandoned dutch barn, futher down the track both dogs start to scent the air near a little spiny that i know has a fox earth in it. Possibly cubs im thinking as i light another rollup. we quickly reached another long spinney that stretches the width of the second field, this is where i turn the dogs loose as the spinney hides all from view. both dogs are quickly into the spinney and working well, as i walked down the edge of the spinney the rain started to get heavier i could hear the pigeons crashing from the tree tops as the dogs worked the spinney in front and to the left of me. when i got probably 30 yards from the end of this spinney both dogs popped out, i called them up and we set off down the edge of the field, the edge of this field is a very thick blackthorn and hawthorn mixture with the odd oak tree here and there, at the back of this hedge runs a six foot security fence that runs for a quarter mile. the dogs enter and start to work it steadily. anything in this hedge has no option but to run the hedge or break across a bare rape field as the fence stop anything bolting the other way. the young dog pops out and runs down the hedge and back in again, eye, eye something in here im thinking to myself, seconds later the familiar cackle of a cock pheasant fills the air. at the bottom we turn right and start to fillow the water filled dyke across the field toward the little strip of layed barley. all the way up the dyke the dogs are busying themselves flushing snipe, there great to watch as the take off flying just above the ground jinking like mad as they go before opening there wings and rising quickly. the air is filled with the sound of skylarks in song and i stand and watch as three plovers dance there merry dance in the sky. at the end of the dyke the dogs start to look more excited and noses glued to the ground pass into the barley field, the edge of this field has a very deep and wide dyke and is border is a thick spinney that's made up of mainly dead tress all covered in green moss. the old dog starts to scent the air and takes off across the water logged flattened barley at the same time the younger dog goes charging down the field edge and crashes into the spinney, the old dog has put up a trio of mallard near enough on the far side of the field and is busy sniffing around for something else, down the field in front on me i see a rabbit bolt from the spinney followed by the young dog, he's right ontop of it when it crashes back into the spinney, once again the young dog goes in, this part of the spinney is an extremely dense mixture of dead and fallen tress and thick bramble. After a minute or two i saw the rabbit bolt into the barley and start its long run to the safety of the large embankment behind the industrial estate. as i turn to watch its escape i spy the old dog coming as fast as his old legs will carry him water splashing with every paw that touches the ground, as i stand and watch him im thinking only a few short years ago he would have been on that by now, but at age eleven his speed has slowly diminished, he eventually managed to get behind it just as it hit the embankment.

he never followed it in, instead he turned and ran down the edge of it before crashing at full speed into a large bramble patch, the air was filled with that satisfying squealing of a caught rabbit. seconds later he's trotting back through the sodden barley caring his prize, at this point my mind changes back to the younger dog, he is now coming over the field following the scent of the rabbit. the old dog is now at my side and the rabbit is dispatched. i give the young dog a whistle as its time to make our way back to the van as my willies have been leaking and my feet are cold and wet. he turns and starts to head towards me when he stops in his tracks and starts to air scent, then its head down tail up and he's off like a blood hound to my right, seconds later a trio of mallards erupts from the flattened barley the young dog is now in full stride and closing fast, nearer and nearer as the three start to take off he explodes with one almighty leap taking the drake to the right out of the air. second later he's at my side with his prize in his mouth, I put them both back on their slips and start to walk back to the van with both prizes safely tucked into the bag, away from prying eyes. as im walking back im watching both dogs and thinking there's nothing in this world to match watching dogs you've bred, doing what they do best.

nice read mate

[walshie 2,804]

Sounds like a good morning mate. Excellent write-up.

[killing crew 2,708]

wheres the pics im not reading all that havnt you heard a picture says a thousand words lol

[paulus 26]

wheres the pics im not reading all that havnt you heard a picture says a thousand words lol

my brother inlaw has fooked off with my camera :laugh: hence the write up :laugh:

[BORDERSCOT 3,816]

Good stuff...

[killing crew 2,708]

£30 camera phone will do the trick

[paulus 26]

£30 camera phone will do the trick

your joking have you seen my phorographic skills and thats with a top of the range dslr :laugh: anyone who knows me will tell you what im like with friggin phones :laugh:

[jonah. 775]

Took the two big dogs for a morning mooch around a local piece of land that a couple of mates have rented for the next 5 years, its made up of five fields roughly twenty acres each and a strip that's about 7 acres. all bar the strip is set with oil seed rape the, strip still has last years spring barley as they were unable to harvest due to the ground being resembling a laiden sponge. as i came through the gate in the van a large flock of woodies rose from the field in front of me, i parked up and lit a rollup looking out the window across the land, both dogs looking over my shoulder with expectation in there eyes. i walked around the back of the van and opened the door, both dogs stood waiting to be told to get out, both dogs on slips we walk down the track behind the abandoned dutch barn, futher down the track both dogs start to scent the air near a little spiny that i know has a fox earth in it. Possibly cubs im thinking as i light another rollup. we quickly reached another long spinney that stretches the width of the second field, this is where i turn the dogs loose as the spinney hides all from view. both dogs are quickly into the spinney and working well, as i walked down the edge of the spinney the rain started to get heavier i could hear the pigeons crashing from the tree tops as the dogs worked the spinney in front and to the left of me. when i got probably 30 yards from the end of this spinney both dogs popped out, i called them up and we set off down the edge of the field, the edge of this field is a very thick blackthorn and hawthorn mixture with the odd oak tree here and there, at the back of this hedge runs a six foot security fence that runs for a quarter mile. the dogs enter and start to work it steadily. anything in this hedge has no option but to run the hedge or break across a bare rape field as the fence stop anything bolting the other way. the young dog pops out and runs down the hedge and back in again, eye, eye something in here im thinking to myself, seconds later the familiar cackle of a cock pheasant fills the air. at the bottom we turn right and start to fillow the water filled dyke across the field toward the little strip of layed barley. all the way up the dyke the dogs are busying themselves flushing snipe, there great to watch as the take off flying just above the ground jinking like mad as they go before opening there wings and rising quickly. the air is filled with the sound of skylarks in song and i stand and watch as three plovers dance there merry dance in the sky. at the end of the dyke the dogs start to look more excited and noses glued to the ground pass into the barley field, the edge of this field has a very deep and wide dyke and is border is a thick spinney that's made up of mainly dead tress all covered in green moss. the old dog starts to scent the air and takes off across the water logged flattened barley at the same time the younger dog goes charging down the field edge and crashes into the spinney, the old dog has put up a trio of mallard near enough on the far side of the field and is busy sniffing around for something else, down the field in front on me i see a rabbit bolt from the spinney followed by the young dog, he's right ontop of it when it crashes back into the spinney, once again the young dog goes in, this part of the spinney is an extremely dense mixture of dead and fallen tress and thick bramble. After a minute or two i saw the rabbit bolt into the barley and start its long run to the safety of the large embankment behind the industrial estate. as i turn to watch its escape i spy the old dog coming as fast as his old legs will carry him water splashing with every paw that touches the ground, as i stand and watch him im thinking only a few short years ago he would have been on that by now, but at age eleven his speed has slowly diminished, he eventually managed to get behind it just as it hit the embankment.

he never followed it in, instead he turned and ran down the edge of it before crashing at full speed into a large bramble patch, the air was filled with that satisfying squealing of a caught rabbit. seconds later he's trotting back through the sodden barley caring his prize, at this point my mind changes back to the younger dog, he is now coming over the field following the scent of the rabbit. the old dog is now at my side and the rabbit is dispatched. i give the young dog a whistle as its time to make our way back to the van as my willies have been leaking and my feet are cold and wet. he turns and starts to head towards me when he stops in his tracks and starts to air scent, then its head down tail up and he's off like a blood hound to my right, seconds later a trio of mallards erupts from the flattened barley the young dog is now in full stride and closing fast, nearer and nearer as the three start to take off he explodes with one almighty leap taking the drake to the right out of the air. second later he's at my side with his prize in his mouth, I put them both back on their slips and start to walk back to the van with both prizes safely tucked into the bag, away from prying eyes. as im walking back im watching both dogs and thinking there's nothing in this world to match watching dogs you've bred, doing what they do best.

 

that in itself would have spoiled the scent

 

good read,

[mike456 171]

nice read that

[paulus 26]

£30 camera phone will do the trick

i will add some of the land taken earlier :laugh:

[LaraCroft 863]

Just pics of the land and the dogs though, no need for pics of the leaking willies

[penny wise 136]

Thats some write up that pal

[Banter 1,751]

think il read it later on

[darbo 4,779]

i honestly enjoyed that spot on.