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[Guest Ditch_Shitter]

I ran into Noel, one of my neighbouring mates, the other day and asked him if he had any problem with Rooks. I admitted freely that I hoped he did, so I could justify going after them, because there's just nothing else out there right now! Unfortunately for me, if not the rooks, Noel honestly couldn't bring himself to sign their death warrent. But, by way of a consolation, he did point out that he gets Hoodies (Gray Crows, as they're known here) around his top farm. I'd be more than welcome to take a look up there. Naturally, I said I'd be only too glad to!

 

So, I've not long been back. I took the Dogs for their run around and was looking for signs of activity. Nothing happening. But the wind was whipping and it was a squally, dark sort of a day and something just told me not to give up without giving it a go. So I put the Dogs away and set out back up the track.

 

Bugger me if that wind didn't work exactly as I'd hoped it might! I was fifty yards from the top of the track when a bloody Hoodie swept into view! " Go on, " I thought to myself. " Now land in a tree for me! ". And he f*ckin Did! 35 yards in a low tree and sat there without a care in the world!

 

I took my time and worked out the angles. Actually hunkered down to a fence post and lined him up. Then I did exactly what's just typical of me. I drifted off! Both in my mind and my angle. This is due to a simple over hang of the bad feeling I harboured for this bloody thing of mine. I really, Really should get my shit together and accept that it Is deadly acurate and just get on with the job. Anyway, off he f*cked!

 

Not even feeling particularly pissed off with myself, to be honest, I just walked on .... a few yards. I shit ye not! The b*stard - or one very much like him! - was Now in another low bloody tree, seventy five yards away and peering towards Noels bungalow. Probably thinking, " There, ye c***. So much for Your hired bloody gun! Wanker missed me! "

 

Well, ye can best imagine the rest. This time the wanker focused and concentrated. In fact, the wanker put the cross right on that mocking b*stards heart.

 

 

Few minutes later, when I tapped Noels back door to let him know, we agreed; Hooded crows are heartless b*stards. Well; The one I showed him most certainly was!

[SNAP SHOT 194]

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