Legends

[Keepbordersworking 103]

Not gona ruin the thread with my opinions on a terriers aftercare as my opinion only matters to my terriers but I don't agree with ya keepbordersworkin the best thing for a worked terrier is to get it cleaned up asap before the swelling and soreness starts not sitting around in pubs talking bubbles then cleaning him out when he's sore and wants to rest anyways back to the thread.

 

 

You've got your opinion. I've got mine.

I'm only writing what happened in yesteryear as in Scotland you can't even get a dog in a pub now but I do know HEAT is the best thing for any dog that's went through any kind of trauma my dogs are all kennel dogs and before I had a heat lamp in the kennels the dogs that had been marked up were brought into the house to sit in front of the fire to recuperate.

Some people like a pint.

Some people like wacky backy.

Each to there own.

[fat man 4,740]

There was never anything wrong with a couple of sociable pints after a days diging and terriers were always treated almost directly after they'ed been dug.We always carried fresh water,iodine and whatever else we could get our hands on back then and as said if a terrier is dug 1st thing in the morn and then another is entered in a different place is the 1st dog brought home to be cleaned up and treated,is he f**k.Funny that about releasing the fox in the pup,a locsal here whome Neil mentioned earlier was barred out of his local so on a sunday just after opening time and mass when the pup was full he walked in with a sack turned it upside down and out popped a badger,total mayhem in the pup,with women screaming and trying to jump the counter,it eventually was let out the front door where it was met by another local character who was after having a skinfull on the saturday night,when he seen the badger coming out the front door of the pup he turned and went home,told his wife that was it,never drinking again.I can remember in the same pup having a ferret in there 1 day and a local took him out of his carrier box and started leting him run through the pockets of the pool table,it turned into an all out gambling session with lads beting as to which pocket the ferret would show,if life was only a simple now the world would be a far better place.

[neil cooney 10,415]

I see someone mentioned getting pissed after a dig.................never happened.

I would consider myself up to date on how to work a terrier and most certainly have no time for a lot of the old fashioned methods (even though they're fond to remember and are an important part of our heritage) but looking at some of the posts on this thread it's obvious that lads nowadays dig to a terrier, get it home and clean it up, feed it and put it under a heat lamp before heading back out to try another terrier. So if they work 4 terriers in a day does that mean they've gone home 3 times before the last dig ?

I don't think so. So in a long days hunting where's the first terrier that was worked that morning ?

It's in the vehicle.

Whether that vehicle is parked in a field, a farm yard or outside a pub it's all the same. So the argument is rubbish.

[Zilverhaze 1,627]

 

Nah mate it wasent like that I think like you said different times different people I enjoyed your read and can relate to it but ime not a drinker so if ime in a pub it's for 1 reason only and it begins with fanny

like you said your a shandy drinker you probably wouldn't understand lol Times change though I suppose something for the better and something for the worse !

mate if I went to the pub with half of you guys it whuld be me who needed cleaning up after being sick after 2 pints lol

[foxdropper 17,092]

There was never anything wrong with a couple of sociable pints after a days diging and terriers were always treated almost directly after they'ed been dug.We always carried fresh water,iodine and whatever else we could get our hands on back then and as said if a terrier is dug 1st thing in the morn and then another is entered in a different place is the 1st dog brought home to be cleaned up and treated,is he f**k.Funny that about releasing the fox in the pup,a locsal here whome Neil mentioned earlier was barred out of his local so on a sunday just after opening time and mass when the pup was full he walked in with a sack turned it upside down and out popped a badger,total mayhem in the pup,with women screaming and trying to jump the counter,it eventually was let out the front door where it was met by another local character who was after having a skinfull on the saturday night,when he seen the badger coming out the front door of the pup he turned and went home,told his wife that was it,never drinking again.I can remember in the same pup having a ferret in there 1 day and a local took him out of his carrier box and started leting him run through the pockets of the pool table,it turned into an all out gambling session with lads beting as to which pocket the ferret would show,if life was only a simple now the world would be a far better place.

 

Funny you should say that ,i went to a bbq once with my now wife and a crazy Welshmen tipped a badger out in the kitchen of the house we were at ,it panicked and ran into the sitting room with equal screams ,crazy f****r .Hopefully some else off here was there and will elaborate lol.Would of been mid nineties .

[pablo esc 1,598]

Once i went out with a nice old man over ten years ago who had hunted, shooting all his life, it was brilliant being with him. He took us to a ditch to try and dug one, i was impressed, a real man, instead of the bits of lads I'd been meetin , no it alls, brats making a shite out of it, kicking and screaming. Anyway he took me out on the sat to a bigger bury a dog fox bolted after a while, i had two lurchers which were going well, bang the had him killed down the field, he and i was impressed as we knew he'd be gotten away. A vixen bolt after bit, this man weren't mistaken, he lifted the gun, butmy llurcherwwas alreadyon it , pure pressure along the inside of the hedge, and into a one holer, he couldof shot it bbut wouldn't chance the dog, fair play. He took me outtthe next day, big forestry, hounds and his friends, he said go up to the other side, you might get a hunt with your dog's. I waited, eyes looking, i coud hear over but see nothing but man with his gun, bang, fox run on, i watche , slipped about yards away, he watched and took the dog 3 fields, fences, had it killed, i coud hear u men saying what a hunt, and is yourddog ok. I went there pub, he bought me a pint, next thing, we were told a fox to ground we went over, tterrier was already in, next second bang, fox run out, he said he heard the move under his feet, and lifted it about 20 yards out. The werea ggood people and good dayoout, all thebest hu

[Pick and bar 381]

Please chaps, don't let the thread lose its focus. Its been fun,I totally understand we are not all going to agree! That's why we keep blacks, reds,rough,smooth whatever. In a very short time our memories will be all that's left, not many of us are book writers and now we are loathe to open our mouths, let alone bring on the next generation of digging lads. I've witnessed all what's been posted in some guise or another. I've left a hard beaten black dog by the fire on my coat after the first of the day whilst we carried on till dark. The landlord keeping a careful eye on his care.

The dog warm happy and fed.

[NIBoy 17]

Enjoying reading all these old stories. I'm one of these younger lads only been involved with terriers for the past 2 years and I love it but I really wish I could of been involved with them about 20 years ago, sounds like it was real good back then.

 

Keep the stories coming

[Lenmcharristar 9,183]

We always used to carry sweet treats for the terriers after a bit of work, we always cleaned them down on the farm with clean tap water, gave them a good drink and something sweet, like mars bar etc for it keeps the blood sugars up, whilst the rest of the day carried on, then home that night and powdered up etc then put in a warm place for a few days, always believed that the sugars played a big part in preventing shock.

[marshman 7,756]

 

 

Nah mate it wasent like that I think like you said different times different people I enjoyed your read and can relate to it but ime not a drinker so if ime in a pub it's for 1 reason only and it begins with fanny

like you said your a shandy drinker you probably wouldn't understand lol Times change though I suppose something for the better and something for the worse !

mate if I went to the pub with half of you guys it whuld be me who needed cleaning up after being sick after 2 pints lol

lol mate you and me both , I'm a proper lightweight really ?

[pablo esc 1,598]

You can catch us a big hard fox again, what seen a load of shit dog's ha, remember!

[pablo esc 1,598]

Yes, i was treated. Better than arguing over a pint of shandy, good hunting mate, and that five you caught us one night. And I'd nearly copd out sulking, like a smaked arse

[neil cooney 10,415]

We always used to carry sweet treats for the terriers after a bit of work, we always cleaned them down on the farm with clean tap water, gave them a good drink and something sweet, like mars bar etc for it keeps the blood sugars up, whilst the rest of the day carried on, then home that night and powdered up etc then put in a warm place for a few days, always believed that the sugars played a big part in preventing shock.

My old bitch, Pip, was quiet hard on herself and I used to keep her in the house beside the fire for a few days after a dig.

And I would swear it made her harder !!!!!!!!!!! LOL.

After a days hunting she'd go to the front door instead of the back and she'd curl up in the bed beside my old bitch Penny and keep quiet. Normally she'd try and kill Penny but she knew if she done that in the house she'd be put out.

Then as she'd be recovering in the house I'd swear she'd pretend to be sore for an extra day or two just to get a bit longer in the house.

On her last dig at 10 years old we put her in after a young dog said "no" and Pip went in and drew it out on to the sod. We didn't put a shovel in the ground.

R.I.P. Pip.

She's gone nearly 10 years and lads still ask about her.

[neil cooney 10,415]

Once i went out with a nice old man over ten years ago who had hunted, shooting all his life, it was brilliant being with him. He took us to a ditch to try and dug one, i was impressed, a real man, instead of the bits of lads I'd been meetin , no it alls, brats making a shite out of it, kicking and screaming. Anyway he took me out on the sat to a bigger bury a dog fox bolted after a while, i had two lurchers which were going well, bang the had him killed down the field, he and i was impressed as we knew he'd be gotten away. A vixen bolt after bit, this man weren't mistaken, he lifted the gun, butmy llurcherwwas alreadyon it , pure pressure along the inside of the hedge, and into a one holer, he couldof shot it bbut wouldn't chance the dog, fair play. He took me outtthe next day, big forestry, hounds and his friends, he said go up to the other side, you might get a hunt with your dog's. I waited, eyes looking, i coud hear over but see nothing but man with his gun, bang, fox run on, i watche , slipped about yards away, he watched and took the dog 3 fields, fences, had it killed, i coud hear u men saying what a hunt, and is yourddog ok. I went there pub, he bought me a pint, next thing, we were told a fox to ground we went over, tterrier was already in, next second bang, fox run out, he said he heard the move under his feet, and lifted it about 20 yards out. The werea ggood people and good dayoout, all thebest hu

You were lucky Pablo. IMO for every old timer that is truly great at the game there's 99 who are only experts in their own heads. But I do love to see the old boys out.

We were doing a bog with hounds one day down Fatmans country and I told my father and an old man in his 80's (who I'd never met before) where to go and to try and get the fox to go over a hill that had a lovely earth on the other side.

Turns out there were several foxes on the bog and they all headed for the hill only to turn at the last minute and head in a different direction.

I looked up the hill and here was my father and the old man (wearing a bright red coat) having a chat standing right on the skyline.

I ran up the hill roaring every obscenity that I knew (as you do)and when I got to them the old man said to me "shut up, I'll have you know that I'm hunting nearly 70 years".

I roared back "imagine doing something for that long and still being useless at it".

He looked at his shoes and said "I suppose you're right".

I guess I'm just a bully.

 

It was the same with our coursing meet. The first beat had the most hares in it and we should have been running half the meet from the first beat.

But, there was one ol' boy who'd first come with his father in the 60s and knew it all.

His job was to stand behind a telegraph pole on the top of a hill and as the hare passed he just had to hurry it up a bit into the coursing field.

Over 20 years he managed to turn nearly every hare back towards the beat.

The final straw was when he brought his grand kids and they had a game of chasing on the top of the hill. No hares were coursed and the meeting wasn't finished.

We had a meeting and it was unanimously agreed that this man was NOT to be allowed on the hill the following year.

The following year at the meet everyone was going to their stations and I looked up the hill and here I could see this old timer making his way to his usual station.

I asked the Chairman why was this happening ?

"No one had the heart to stop him" said the Chairman.

"Over my dead body" I said and I ran passed the old boy as he went up the hill. I got to the telegraph pole first and stood behind it. He came up and asked me to move. I pointed at the flank and told him to get into it as he wasn't ruining this years meet.

He went down and joined the flank and 5 minutes later the first hare ran by me within 5 or 6 feet and was coursed.

We were in the pub for dinner time after a very successful meeting with half the crowd calling me a bully and the other half buying me beer, LOL.

Edited September 2, 2015 by neil cooney

[pablo esc 1,598]

Yes Neil, some of the guys then, there were not too good with old skool methods, terriers ,trying to get one or so working, company of other dog, instead of having patience all season, but still I've met some couple yyears back, you might havesseen em, dog swapping, and ruining, and lies, and big talk legends, coudnt catch a fox in a phone box, never mind find one