In reply to Post #466
I think your in the wrong section Kyc 2008
I think your in the wrong section Kyc 2008
Sounded like a crazy day, 
In reply to Post #464
I really feel sad with the killing of Badgers, i think there are better methods than shooting when I was a youngster you never saw that many but since protecting them they have really thrived but that does not give the government the rights to annihilate this beautiful animal, there own scientists say they are going down the wrong road and it would be better to find a cure in my own opinion they will move to other areas that have escaped the disease.
I have mentioned before how I love hill country its a place of beauty,and piece, when up in those hills at night its a spectacular sight I would just sit there and look up at the stars but I was not here for the stars I was there to poach the rainbow,and brown trout,from a lovely water three lakes the water would cascade from the top pool into the second then into the third it was a wonderful sight and so easy to fish it was situated in a big fir wood there were no houses only the occasional farm it was so quite you could hear a pin drop but it held some wonderful fish, I would use maggots or worm for bait just flick it out under the far bank sit back and wait I would hold the rod in my hand and feel for bites but I need not as when the bite came it was a violent take they would hook there selves I caught rainbows,to five pounds plus and browns,to three pounds I never took all I caught only a few who owned the pools I did not know but they must have been stocked maybe from some farm for his own pleasure or for his friends I fished it for years and never saw a soul so I was bit shocked this one night I had been there for about an hour when I heard talking god it was one in the morning who could it be I soon found out I hid the rod,and reel,in the under growth and up the nearest tree I went.
It wasn't long before I found out it was the police four of them and the local farmer and his son as I listened I heard the old farmer say check that gateway across them fields see if they have a car hidden there they were shining there torches up the bank and into the trees,i just lay across the big branch and never made a sound how did they know I was there or was it some one else they were after.
I heard the farmer say to the Sgt Albert I apologize for getting you up here at this unearthly hour no trouble said the Sgt we need to stop this poaching ill get some of the syndicate to check it more often did I hear right I nearly started to laugh I had been poaching a police syndicate for weeks I waited for them to go before I climbed down I collected my bag and rods, I had got half a dozen fish, it did not take me long to get my bike I had hidden in the ditch and I was away home another near escape I fished those pools many times after but that's another story. more latter.
I really feel sad with the killing of Badgers, i think there are better methods than shooting when I was a youngster you never saw that many but since protecting them they have really thrived but that does not give the government the rights to annihilate this beautiful animal, there own scientists say they are going down the wrong road and it would be better to find a cure in my own opinion they will move to other areas that have escaped the disease.
I have mentioned before how I love hill country its a place of beauty,and piece, when up in those hills at night its a spectacular sight I would just sit there and look up at the stars but I was not here for the stars I was there to poach the rainbow,and brown trout,from a lovely water three lakes the water would cascade from the top pool into the second then into the third it was a wonderful sight and so easy to fish it was situated in a big fir wood there were no houses only the occasional farm it was so quite you could hear a pin drop but it held some wonderful fish, I would use maggots or worm for bait just flick it out under the far bank sit back and wait I would hold the rod in my hand and feel for bites but I need not as when the bite came it was a violent take they would hook there selves I caught rainbows,to five pounds plus and browns,to three pounds I never took all I caught only a few who owned the pools I did not know but they must have been stocked maybe from some farm for his own pleasure or for his friends I fished it for years and never saw a soul so I was bit shocked this one night I had been there for about an hour when I heard talking god it was one in the morning who could it be I soon found out I hid the rod,and reel,in the under growth and up the nearest tree I went.
It wasn't long before I found out it was the police four of them and the local farmer and his son as I listened I heard the old farmer say check that gateway across them fields see if they have a car hidden there they were shining there torches up the bank and into the trees,i just lay across the big branch and never made a sound how did they know I was there or was it some one else they were after.
I heard the farmer say to the Sgt Albert I apologize for getting you up here at this unearthly hour no trouble said the Sgt we need to stop this poaching ill get some of the syndicate to check it more often did I hear right I nearly started to laugh I had been poaching a police syndicate for weeks I waited for them to go before I climbed down I collected my bag and rods, I had got half a dozen fish, it did not take me long to get my bike I had hidden in the ditch and I was away home another near escape I fished those pools many times after but that's another story. more latter.
I bet them trout tasted even better once you found out who run the place, also make it a bit more exciting when fishing the place.
In reply to Post #470
They certainly did many years after I was asked by a local businessman to try and catch the poachers funny really on the same pools, I did shift them but in there haste one of the offenders left part of his trouser on the barb wire fence also dropping his rod in his haste to get away.
They certainly did many years after I was asked by a local businessman to try and catch the poachers funny really on the same pools, I did shift them but in there haste one of the offenders left part of his trouser on the barb wire fence also dropping his rod in his haste to get away.
Love it.
In reply to Post #472
its quality isnt it , he was a right rascal .
keep it up pete
its quality isnt it , he was a right rascal
.keep it up pete
In reply to Post #469
I have had a wonderful life I have done most things I loved nature I have fished and shot and would not of changed it for the world the trout,pools I poached all those years ago were in a valley with fir trees both sides of the pools,latter in my life I was asked by a local businessman, if I could stop the poachers taking his fish I had a look as I already knew the lay of the land it was not an easy place to catch the culprits, the syndicate where really fed up with individuals taking the fish.
So one saturday night I received a phone call telling me they were there on arriving half of there syndicate had turned up to many have you been down the lane I asked no said the gentleman who wanted the poaching stopped I could see they were there they where using lights,and it really showed on a dark night, I popped down the lane adjacent to the fishery and had a look I could see at least five fishing on two of the pools,they must have a car hidden some where do you want them frightened or caught ill leave it to you he said I had a friend with me his name was Ron what you going to do Pete said Ron,in my car I had a six shot Beretta automatic I filled it with shells and made my way across the field I arrived at the side of the fir trees that surrounded the pools up went the gun bang bang bang bang bang god what a noise it made it really echo in the valley all I heard was shouting the lights went out instantly and they were away I put another two in and gave it some more bloody hell the noise they made in there haste to get away I fell about laughing I put the gun away and took the syndicate leader down the pool for a look around the far end of the lake was a barbed wire fence one of the poachers had got stuck and had ripped his trousers badly in his haste to get away leaving part of his trouser leg on the fence he had dropped his rod as well.
We also found a net they had also been trying to net the pools they had left a couple of trout,behind I don't think they will come back I said to Walter who owned the pools he also ran the syndicate,I wonder how many fish they have had over the weeks Pete not many Walter they were not very professional using lights like that they are opportunists I said can you have a look next week Pete,I did and never saw any one else fishing the place so it was job well done I did the same to another similar pool which was in the first part of my stories if you cant catch them frighten them it certainly works . well a bit more latter
I have had a wonderful life I have done most things I loved nature I have fished and shot and would not of changed it for the world the trout,pools I poached all those years ago were in a valley with fir trees both sides of the pools,latter in my life I was asked by a local businessman, if I could stop the poachers taking his fish I had a look as I already knew the lay of the land it was not an easy place to catch the culprits, the syndicate where really fed up with individuals taking the fish.
So one saturday night I received a phone call telling me they were there on arriving half of there syndicate had turned up to many have you been down the lane I asked no said the gentleman who wanted the poaching stopped I could see they were there they where using lights,and it really showed on a dark night, I popped down the lane adjacent to the fishery and had a look I could see at least five fishing on two of the pools,they must have a car hidden some where do you want them frightened or caught ill leave it to you he said I had a friend with me his name was Ron what you going to do Pete said Ron,in my car I had a six shot Beretta automatic I filled it with shells and made my way across the field I arrived at the side of the fir trees that surrounded the pools up went the gun bang bang bang bang bang god what a noise it made it really echo in the valley all I heard was shouting the lights went out instantly and they were away I put another two in and gave it some more bloody hell the noise they made in there haste to get away I fell about laughing I put the gun away and took the syndicate leader down the pool for a look around the far end of the lake was a barbed wire fence one of the poachers had got stuck and had ripped his trousers badly in his haste to get away leaving part of his trouser leg on the fence he had dropped his rod as well.
We also found a net they had also been trying to net the pools they had left a couple of trout,behind I don't think they will come back I said to Walter who owned the pools he also ran the syndicate,I wonder how many fish they have had over the weeks Pete not many Walter they were not very professional using lights like that they are opportunists I said can you have a look next week Pete,I did and never saw any one else fishing the place so it was job well done I did the same to another similar pool which was in the first part of my stories if you cant catch them frighten them it certainly works . well a bit more latter
Good job you were only giving them a fright, would not like to hear what you would of done if you were trying to catch them, leg shots maybe to slow them down 
i'm glad i didn't poach around your area, i mainly wandered onto private river stretches, got a bit spooky sometimes, but not in your league, it's like a trip down memory lane, i never netted or nothing too extreme just a bit of flyfishing where i shouldn't of been, and was just for the sport, i did sometimes take one or two for my dad, as he said i was too soft returning them for someone else to enjoy, he didn't believe in returning trout, he wasn't to keen on using the small ones for pike baits, he said a couple of them make a meal, i always said he was a caveman. Keep them coming mate. 
i'm glad i didn't poach around your area, i mainly wandered onto private river stretches, got a bit spooky sometimes, but not in your league, it's like a trip down memory lane, i never netted or nothing too extreme just a bit of flyfishing where i shouldn't of been, and was just for the sport, i did sometimes take one or two for my dad, as he said i was too soft returning them for someone else to enjoy, he didn't believe in returning trout, he wasn't to keen on using the small ones for pike baits, he said a couple of them make a meal, i always said he was a caveman. Keep them coming mate.
In reply to Post #474
bloody hell pete , didnt realise you was a gangster aswell
bloody hell pete , didnt realise you was a gangster aswell
In reply to Post #474
I loved the quietness of the night I could just stand in a wood and listen to the creatures of the night when I poached the pheasants, I was never frightened by the dark old SAM the keeper always said to me there's nowt out there that will hurt he only another human, and he was right I learned at a very young age to distinguish the different animal and bird, calls the fox, the owl, the badger, when by your self and a vixen, screams it will freeze your blood I have seen grown men shudder when hearing that call but it never really scared me old SAM taught me well as I have said before in part one of my stories SAM to me was a wonderful man he taught me all I have learned about nature, I have tried to pass it all on to my grandson and to grahams grandson we I are a dying breed no one really poaches these days there's no need you can buy game and fish from the big supermarkets things have really altered.
In the late forties and early fifties it was hard money, was hard to come by and what you earned was a pittance but we got by with a bit of help I started my poaching taking one or two rabbits, out of the keepers snares, well actually more than one or two I learned to reset the snare, I would be around before the keeper or rabbit, catcher did his rounds I would carry them back home, then I would skin and gut them which I had learned at old Sam house you will get caught he would say in broad Shropshire dialect but I never did I never touched old sam's pheasant or rabbits as he had been so good to me and my family.
Then it was the trout, I poached the rivers that surrounded my home my mother would worry that I would be caught dunna worry mum I would say I would Bring home as many as twenty trout at times and would catch them to order we always shared with our neighbors, I turned my hand to the pheasants, in the war years the estates got run down but after the owners employed new keepers if the old ones never returned they caught all the vermin they could and really stocked the estates with thousands of birds I loved to watch the posh nobs shooting i would hide in the under growth there was hundreds of birds shot it was no trouble picking a few birds, for my self they would not miss them I would pop them into my bag when I had got enough I would be away seven or eight birds were quite heavy for a youngster I would laugh when i heard one of the guns shout bird down over there keeper must be a runner sir as the dogs could ,not find the birds, no I had already picked them old SAM would say ya will get caught you wanna listen lad will you yer bone headed it goes through one and out the other he would say in broad Shropshire dialect I would laugh but I loved every bone in his body how many did yer get he would say five or six dunna you take mine he would answer with a big grin on his face and I never did. a bit more latter
I loved the quietness of the night I could just stand in a wood and listen to the creatures of the night when I poached the pheasants, I was never frightened by the dark old SAM the keeper always said to me there's nowt out there that will hurt he only another human, and he was right I learned at a very young age to distinguish the different animal and bird, calls the fox, the owl, the badger, when by your self and a vixen, screams it will freeze your blood I have seen grown men shudder when hearing that call but it never really scared me old SAM taught me well as I have said before in part one of my stories SAM to me was a wonderful man he taught me all I have learned about nature, I have tried to pass it all on to my grandson and to grahams grandson we I are a dying breed no one really poaches these days there's no need you can buy game and fish from the big supermarkets things have really altered.
In the late forties and early fifties it was hard money, was hard to come by and what you earned was a pittance but we got by with a bit of help I started my poaching taking one or two rabbits, out of the keepers snares, well actually more than one or two I learned to reset the snare, I would be around before the keeper or rabbit, catcher did his rounds I would carry them back home, then I would skin and gut them which I had learned at old Sam house you will get caught he would say in broad Shropshire dialect but I never did I never touched old sam's pheasant or rabbits as he had been so good to me and my family.
Then it was the trout, I poached the rivers that surrounded my home my mother would worry that I would be caught dunna worry mum I would say I would Bring home as many as twenty trout at times and would catch them to order we always shared with our neighbors, I turned my hand to the pheasants, in the war years the estates got run down but after the owners employed new keepers if the old ones never returned they caught all the vermin they could and really stocked the estates with thousands of birds I loved to watch the posh nobs shooting i would hide in the under growth there was hundreds of birds shot it was no trouble picking a few birds, for my self they would not miss them I would pop them into my bag when I had got enough I would be away seven or eight birds were quite heavy for a youngster I would laugh when i heard one of the guns shout bird down over there keeper must be a runner sir as the dogs could ,not find the birds, no I had already picked them old SAM would say ya will get caught you wanna listen lad will you yer bone headed it goes through one and out the other he would say in broad Shropshire dialect I would laugh but I loved every bone in his body how many did yer get he would say five or six dunna you take mine he would answer with a big grin on his face and I never did. a bit more latter
In reply to Post #478
Thanks William more stories latter gone fishing
Thanks William more stories latter gone fishing
In reply to Post #479
Have a good day, Pete. Catch a biggie. We are privileged to have you on here with your wealth of countryman's knowledge, experience and tales.
Have a good day, Pete. Catch a biggie. We are privileged to have you on here with your wealth of countryman's knowledge, experience and tales.
In reply to Post #480
Thanks ken appreciated
Thanks ken appreciated