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Lucky indeed the chap saw you,have to admit I used to regard cross country as more of a punishment than a sport when I was at school
Thanks again for all the time you've put into these posts 
Lucky indeed the chap saw you,have to admit I used to regard cross country as more of a punishment than a sport when I was at school
Thanks again for all the time you've put into these posts
In reply to Post #663
Thanks all for your kind remarks very much appreciated.
I loved the country side and all that was in it but this was taking it a step to far, come on pete lets explore the grave yard it was not for me, but how do you say know i could not be called yellow so we had to get on with it we lit our candles in our lantern,s there was only five of us my mouth was dry before we got anwhere near the place we got under the oldgate house it was absolutly over grown mostly by black berry bushes in places they were over our head. Althought some had been cleared i was taken back a bit some were from the old gypsy clans some i knew from years ago i must admit i shed a tear, then i heard my mates shouting i had got down on my knees i had waited for this where are you pete, with a granky voice i answered them and a bit of hi oh i heard then running coming towards me i let the first go by but grabbed the next by his shoe, he has got me, he shouted please let me go i did as instructed making one hell of a noise i was screaming i could not could not stop laughing, away, they went up the old path i had managed to clime one of the tree,s they were calling pete as they came by i shook the bought unmerciful god did they go well i should say screaming and it never stoped untill they were under the gatehouse and half way aqcross the field they were still shouting by the time i had caught them up.
WHERE have you been pete same place as you did you not see the ghosts what ghosts the one grabbbed his ankle and pull him in to some old brambles i only saw him once bu it frightened them to death who was i to tell them the builders and funeral directers had been around repairing walls, well they had and were making a Fair good job of there efforts the undertakers were mostly recarving most of the old grave stones they seemed to get on well together looking back the venture would take a few years but it would keep them in work for some time. well theres a bit more latter.
Thanks all for your kind remarks very much appreciated.
I loved the country side and all that was in it but this was taking it a step to far, come on pete lets explore the grave yard it was not for me, but how do you say know i could not be called yellow so we had to get on with it we lit our candles in our lantern,s there was only five of us my mouth was dry before we got anwhere near the place we got under the oldgate house it was absolutly over grown mostly by black berry bushes in places they were over our head. Althought some had been cleared i was taken back a bit some were from the old gypsy clans some i knew from years ago i must admit i shed a tear, then i heard my mates shouting i had got down on my knees i had waited for this where are you pete, with a granky voice i answered them and a bit of hi oh i heard then running coming towards me i let the first go by but grabbed the next by his shoe, he has got me, he shouted please let me go i did as instructed making one hell of a noise i was screaming i could not could not stop laughing, away, they went up the old path i had managed to clime one of the tree,s they were calling pete as they came by i shook the bought unmerciful god did they go well i should say screaming and it never stoped untill they were under the gatehouse and half way aqcross the field they were still shouting by the time i had caught them up.
WHERE have you been pete same place as you did you not see the ghosts what ghosts the one grabbbed his ankle and pull him in to some old brambles i only saw him once bu it frightened them to death who was i to tell them the builders and funeral directers had been around repairing walls, well they had and were making a Fair good job of there efforts the undertakers were mostly recarving most of the old grave stones they seemed to get on well together looking back the venture would take a few years but it would keep them in work for some time. well theres a bit more latter.
In reply to Post #665
Looking over the feild from where i live it certainly looks like snow the wind seems to be blowing from the cheshire gap that usualy means snow but we will have to wait and see.
Over the years i have seen some snow mostly waist hight i have pushed myself throught with just a shovel but some was far to deep over a five bar gate and frozen solid. The roads compleatly blocked no lorries and such could reach us only a hellecopter, that flew animal feeds in and a big tray of bread, for us living on this sparse hill side was very hard in the winter, but beautiful in the summer months, but i liked most months i would be away with my gun i poached most things rabbit, hare, pheasent, partridge, and such a friend even got a sheep, or two but i kept out of that it was taking it a bit to far. i would l find a good ditch i could lie in with some bags to keep the mosture out then feed an area in front with currents the pheasents loved them i would return the next day i had made a line, up especaly for catching the pheasents, they were suckers to catch this way tie it on to a hazel stick using a size twelve or eight hook cast out and wait for a bite, it would soon come it was nothing to catch half a dozen or so that was enough for me they are quite heavy to carry back in a sack but they will last a few days well in freezing weather they will last a lot longer, we would clean up feathers and so the keepers would not notice anything unusual.
I would also shoot i was given a old two two it was a bit of a antique some one had tied up the stock with wire but it worked and was quite accurate so i could lie down on most shoots and have a few away it was not as messy as catching on currants or raisins, then the melting snow swelled the mountain streams and small rivers as it fined down and flowed to the valleys below of i would be away with a rod line and worms i would soon have a dozen or so they never grew that big half a pound at the most but were nice eating when i met dugie he had a marvelous dog we shot some good bags of rabbits we had no trouble getting rid of them and made a few bob this was in 1962 we survived the snow it was april by the time i got back to work and some of the ground was still partly frozen. well a bit more latter
Looking over the feild from where i live it certainly looks like snow the wind seems to be blowing from the cheshire gap that usualy means snow but we will have to wait and see.
Over the years i have seen some snow mostly waist hight i have pushed myself throught with just a shovel but some was far to deep over a five bar gate and frozen solid. The roads compleatly blocked no lorries and such could reach us only a hellecopter, that flew animal feeds in and a big tray of bread, for us living on this sparse hill side was very hard in the winter, but beautiful in the summer months, but i liked most months i would be away with my gun i poached most things rabbit, hare, pheasent, partridge, and such a friend even got a sheep, or two but i kept out of that it was taking it a bit to far. i would l find a good ditch i could lie in with some bags to keep the mosture out then feed an area in front with currents the pheasents loved them i would return the next day i had made a line, up especaly for catching the pheasents, they were suckers to catch this way tie it on to a hazel stick using a size twelve or eight hook cast out and wait for a bite, it would soon come it was nothing to catch half a dozen or so that was enough for me they are quite heavy to carry back in a sack but they will last a few days well in freezing weather they will last a lot longer, we would clean up feathers and so the keepers would not notice anything unusual.
I would also shoot i was given a old two two it was a bit of a antique some one had tied up the stock with wire but it worked and was quite accurate so i could lie down on most shoots and have a few away it was not as messy as catching on currants or raisins, then the melting snow swelled the mountain streams and small rivers as it fined down and flowed to the valleys below of i would be away with a rod line and worms i would soon have a dozen or so they never grew that big half a pound at the most but were nice eating when i met dugie he had a marvelous dog we shot some good bags of rabbits we had no trouble getting rid of them and made a few bob this was in 1962 we survived the snow it was april by the time i got back to work and some of the ground was still partly frozen. well a bit more latter
In reply to Post #666
Nice one pete,remember the snow of 63,,
Nice one pete,remember the snow of 63,,
In reply to Post #667
I certainly do remember that snow it was really hard i never got out for at least 8 weeks, we had a letter to go back to work on the tenth week when we got there the forman sent us back home he said the frost was in the bricks, he also said the ground was still frozen to cut a story short they kept me their with a few others just incase any new bricks arrived, god did we have some fires in the new fire places we played cards most days
god bless pete
I certainly do remember that snow it was really hard i never got out for at least 8 weeks, we had a letter to go back to work on the tenth week when we got there the forman sent us back home he said the frost was in the bricks, he also said the ground was still frozen to cut a story short they kept me their with a few others just incase any new bricks arrived, god did we have some fires in the new fire places we played cards most days
god bless pete
In reply to Post #661
Some wonderful antidotes and stories, found them fascinating and informative. Like you getting older now, love all sorts of fishing, particularly float fishing running water. When I was a kid we were poor so no money and mum wouldn't have us in the house during school holidays. Birdnesting in the spring, fishing in summer and winter and also rabbiting with ferrets and nets. Use to sit wagglier fishing for roach in winter totally frozen, only had a parka from Milletts, thick jumper knitted by mum, white sea socks, rubber wells and jeans (with a pair of mums old tights on underneath jeans.
Some wonderful antidotes and stories, found them fascinating and informative. Like you getting older now, love all sorts of fishing, particularly float fishing running water. When I was a kid we were poor so no money and mum wouldn't have us in the house during school holidays. Birdnesting in the spring, fishing in summer and winter and also rabbiting with ferrets and nets. Use to sit wagglier fishing for roach in winter totally frozen, only had a parka from Milletts, thick jumper knitted by mum, white sea socks, rubber wells and jeans (with a pair of mums old tights on underneath jeans.
In reply to Post #669
talking about parkas i think i lived in one they were a great coat when i was catching big bream in the seventies i think i slept in one i used to pull it up over my head and away to sleep i was lucky and my mate that has sadly passed away, dick walker gave us a pair of heron bite ind iindicators what a difference they made we did not have to lose any sleep they did the job i appreciate you comments god bless pete
talking about parkas i think i lived in one they were a great coat when i was catching big bream in the seventies i think i slept in one i used to pull it up over my head and away to sleep i was lucky and my mate that has sadly passed away, dick walker gave us a pair of heron bite ind iindicators what a difference they made we did not have to lose any sleep they did the job i appreciate you comments god bless pete
In reply to Post #666
Thinking back i have been asked to catch a number of poachers over the years can you help us out usually, the estate got in touch before the keepers, i would answer depends what it is they are taking all our trout we can't catch them we have tried there crafty little buggers lads from the village i will see what we can do i found out they were not from our village,and most were only taking few for there parents, i had got a few cartridge that were unloaded no pelletes only powder they certainly made a deference if strapped to a fence and loaded into a device that the old blacksmith had made for for us i would strap anything up to ten along the top top of a fence they had only to touch any one of them there would be an almity bang and a big flash they would be away across the field calling the keepers all the names they could think of it stopped abuse and most never came back
It was a big laught if you could se them runnig across the side,of t wood the men and women were all dressed up in there good cloths so they could go to the pub when they got back the women's skirts must have been covered in mud but that never stopped them from having a drink or two i contacted the landlord on how many trout was sold that one night twenty trout was the answer They never came that way again we had them covered not only by muck from the grass but they also covered in cow **** they were livid with all the smell and mess from there skirts it also offended the land lord who had to scrub his stone floor i can tell you there was a few harsh words said that night but given as week it was all forgotten
It was soon forggoten they rolled up[ with a few brace in the bottom off their cart they had a right old time that night but it was to be there last before my feet touched the bedroom floor mum shouted me the estate men have been here can you give them a call tomorrow i knew what it was about it was about the increase in the poaching we stopped it once and for all but ill tell you it was really hard. more next week
Thinking back i have been asked to catch a number of poachers over the years can you help us out usually, the estate got in touch before the keepers, i would answer depends what it is they are taking all our trout we can't catch them we have tried there crafty little buggers lads from the village i will see what we can do i found out they were not from our village,and most were only taking few for there parents, i had got a few cartridge that were unloaded no pelletes only powder they certainly made a deference if strapped to a fence and loaded into a device that the old blacksmith had made for for us i would strap anything up to ten along the top top of a fence they had only to touch any one of them there would be an almity bang and a big flash they would be away across the field calling the keepers all the names they could think of it stopped abuse and most never came back
It was a big laught if you could se them runnig across the side,of t wood the men and women were all dressed up in there good cloths so they could go to the pub when they got back the women's skirts must have been covered in mud but that never stopped them from having a drink or two i contacted the landlord on how many trout was sold that one night twenty trout was the answer They never came that way again we had them covered not only by muck from the grass but they also covered in cow **** they were livid with all the smell and mess from there skirts it also offended the land lord who had to scrub his stone floor i can tell you there was a few harsh words said that night but given as week it was all forgotten
It was soon forggoten they rolled up[ with a few brace in the bottom off their cart they had a right old time that night but it was to be there last before my feet touched the bedroom floor mum shouted me the estate men have been here can you give them a call tomorrow i knew what it was about it was about the increase in the poaching we stopped it once and for all but ill tell you it was really hard. more next week
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When i was a young lad at school i had a paper round like many others i used to cycle seven miles every day before school it was hard going on the shop bike it was a sit up and beg sort of thing the paper bags wen't over the back weels either side on a frame.
We went in hail rain or snow it was really hard if it snowed the school turned a blind eye if we were late on days like that we were the only way to get to the farms with there papers it was like a life line to them my mate dilvivered to half of the round it used to be very big round and failed to get the papers to all the customers so the round was split with my mate ray it was great at christmas the farmers were extremely grateteful for the the years work at times i had trouble carrying the amount of money if one missed you out they would send it in a sealed envelope if lucky we both had a few pounds i used to look at fishing books but mum said don't buy any as you never know what i would be given in my stoking.
My mother and father were very kind it must of cost them pounds but when young you don't think life was very hard it was not long after the war and money was in short supply i bought hooks and line for my reels even a cane rod it was great i would cycle out to a local lake catch some rudd for live bait i struggled as i had know idea at all but a man called peter finch put me in the right direction i had a big old cork float with a couple of trebles it was hard going in the deep snow but i wrapped up warm a couple of wool socks in my welingtons a big duffle coat with pegs for my pockets my first cast caught after sitting there around two hours i watched as my float slowly drifted under i struck and what ever was on the other was not letting me have much line butt i persevered and caught it was only five pounds but really lit my face up after that my world was my oyster i really could not get enough of it i would sit for hours but never caught another pike. well a bit more later
god it was cold you could not get my hands warm i has frost in my feet i could hardly walk when i got home mother warmed me up beside the fire my toes had turnrd a funny couloir but after a while they started to work but hurt till i cried never again will you go out when the weather is that severe but she never complained again.
When i was a young lad at school i had a paper round like many others i used to cycle seven miles every day before school it was hard going on the shop bike it was a sit up and beg sort of thing the paper bags wen't over the back weels either side on a frame.
We went in hail rain or snow it was really hard if it snowed the school turned a blind eye if we were late on days like that we were the only way to get to the farms with there papers it was like a life line to them my mate dilvivered to half of the round it used to be very big round and failed to get the papers to all the customers so the round was split with my mate ray it was great at christmas the farmers were extremely grateteful for the the years work at times i had trouble carrying the amount of money if one missed you out they would send it in a sealed envelope if lucky we both had a few pounds i used to look at fishing books but mum said don't buy any as you never know what i would be given in my stoking.
My mother and father were very kind it must of cost them pounds but when young you don't think life was very hard it was not long after the war and money was in short supply i bought hooks and line for my reels even a cane rod it was great i would cycle out to a local lake catch some rudd for live bait i struggled as i had know idea at all but a man called peter finch put me in the right direction i had a big old cork float with a couple of trebles it was hard going in the deep snow but i wrapped up warm a couple of wool socks in my welingtons a big duffle coat with pegs for my pockets my first cast caught after sitting there around two hours i watched as my float slowly drifted under i struck and what ever was on the other was not letting me have much line butt i persevered and caught it was only five pounds but really lit my face up after that my world was my oyster i really could not get enough of it i would sit for hours but never caught another pike. well a bit more later
god it was cold you could not get my hands warm i has frost in my feet i could hardly walk when i got home mother warmed me up beside the fire my toes had turnrd a funny couloir but after a while they started to work but hurt till i cried never again will you go out when the weather is that severe but she never complained again.
In reply to Post #672
On this one esate that we beat for sir told raymond and myself that we could if we liked fish on his lake over xmas it was a wonderful place we thanked him he told us he would be down to see us, sir we will have to see how the weather goes, we arrived and set up we both were catching rudd within and hour, i set the old pike rod, up i was in straight away he was only a couple pounds but very welcome i hid it just like his wife had told us she just did not won't the mess.
The next fish felt a little bigger around the lake he went, he ploded on never giving any line at last i got him to my crapy net i was praying for another for Christmas mum said i would have to see. I can see it now all my mates were exited as christmas eve was the very next day but this day had not finished yet i heard a noise and looked around there stood Sir i have brought you both some ginger beer which i made a couple of days ago and whats this as he parted the net can i have that fish,, Sir your wife has said no god thats a blow i will go for a camera wich he did it looked if it had come from the ark he set it up, he was using big slides he said he would show us when we went to the hall.
Raymond have you fished the lake by the hall no sir come with young pete after the shooting season there are a few good carp in there, thanks sir said ray it was getting dark i am sure i could hear the sound of singing coming from within the castle walls we were asked in even though we were all going to a Cristmas eve party tomorrow night as we entered to us kids it was like a fairy groto here young pete try these on i went away with socks gloves sir asked if sam had come down from his shoot to see us i really did not know, until i got home we stayed singing carols it looked if it was going to be a great xmas Sir took us home we will pick the bikes up tomorrow i hope your coming to beat with old sam after xmas yes said both of us, thanks sir don't forget tommorow night he said as he dropped us off look sams bike, is out side your house i wonder what he has bought you all i did not have long to wait as i walked sam sat decide the fire drinking damson wine how are you young man sorry i could not come up as sir wanted us fish his lake. never mind said sam ill be there tomorrow night i showed him what sir had bought your a very lucky lad ray had the same. well ill tell you all what happened the next night.
On this one esate that we beat for sir told raymond and myself that we could if we liked fish on his lake over xmas it was a wonderful place we thanked him he told us he would be down to see us, sir we will have to see how the weather goes, we arrived and set up we both were catching rudd within and hour, i set the old pike rod, up i was in straight away he was only a couple pounds but very welcome i hid it just like his wife had told us she just did not won't the mess.
The next fish felt a little bigger around the lake he went, he ploded on never giving any line at last i got him to my crapy net i was praying for another for Christmas mum said i would have to see. I can see it now all my mates were exited as christmas eve was the very next day but this day had not finished yet i heard a noise and looked around there stood Sir i have brought you both some ginger beer which i made a couple of days ago and whats this as he parted the net can i have that fish,, Sir your wife has said no god thats a blow i will go for a camera wich he did it looked if it had come from the ark he set it up, he was using big slides he said he would show us when we went to the hall.
Raymond have you fished the lake by the hall no sir come with young pete after the shooting season there are a few good carp in there, thanks sir said ray it was getting dark i am sure i could hear the sound of singing coming from within the castle walls we were asked in even though we were all going to a Cristmas eve party tomorrow night as we entered to us kids it was like a fairy groto here young pete try these on i went away with socks gloves sir asked if sam had come down from his shoot to see us i really did not know, until i got home we stayed singing carols it looked if it was going to be a great xmas Sir took us home we will pick the bikes up tomorrow i hope your coming to beat with old sam after xmas yes said both of us, thanks sir don't forget tommorow night he said as he dropped us off look sams bike, is out side your house i wonder what he has bought you all i did not have long to wait as i walked sam sat decide the fire drinking damson wine how are you young man sorry i could not come up as sir wanted us fish his lake. never mind said sam ill be there tomorrow night i showed him what sir had bought your a very lucky lad ray had the same. well ill tell you all what happened the next night.
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I walked by night, and day, poaching fish and game, there are not to many of us left today, to me it was a game i loved the exitment of it all in my latter days i caught them but they were not true poachers like yesteryear when i was young i poached to live and of course make a bob or two as money was needed to help the family. As long as we caught a few rabbits for home and freinds i could keep the money which i made selling to the butchers. It was money that helped me out to buy fishing tackle hooks line and such.
I was never frightened to be out at night by myself in fact i liked my own company as i was not responsible for others. I was using a rifle to shoot the pheasants i would tie a torch to the barrel of the gun it was very acurate way to shoot the birds, when they were at roost in some of the couverts there was so many birds you really wondered which ones to shoot at i would take three or four and move on to the next tree, the keepers had put thousands down they would not miss a few or so i thought i was soon to find out i loved being out i loved to hear the vixen scream, some men i had taken with me froze at the noise i would laught to myself they were not true country men infact that is one reason i took no one with me.
I would shoot around twelve that was enough for tonight i some times hid a few and went back for them if they were two heavy to carry, i would pick another wood the next time i went always one step a head of the keepers i found a friday or saterday were good nights to go, as most were in the pub it was not just the pheasants but duck, as well i did take a friend that could really shoot he never missed many the problem was retreaving them i have seen us botth stripped to the waist and wade in to pick any up any that had dropped in the water bloody hell it was cold we would get out to dry our selves, our teath would really chatter, in fact i did trust john and did give him an opportunity to come with after the pheasants but he would always say no i am not being hounded by the keepers dogs he would say, i will tell you more latter
I walked by night, and day, poaching fish and game, there are not to many of us left today, to me it was a game i loved the exitment of it all in my latter days i caught them but they were not true poachers like yesteryear when i was young i poached to live and of course make a bob or two as money was needed to help the family. As long as we caught a few rabbits for home and freinds i could keep the money which i made selling to the butchers. It was money that helped me out to buy fishing tackle hooks line and such.
I was never frightened to be out at night by myself in fact i liked my own company as i was not responsible for others. I was using a rifle to shoot the pheasants i would tie a torch to the barrel of the gun it was very acurate way to shoot the birds, when they were at roost in some of the couverts there was so many birds you really wondered which ones to shoot at i would take three or four and move on to the next tree, the keepers had put thousands down they would not miss a few or so i thought i was soon to find out i loved being out i loved to hear the vixen scream, some men i had taken with me froze at the noise i would laught to myself they were not true country men infact that is one reason i took no one with me.
I would shoot around twelve that was enough for tonight i some times hid a few and went back for them if they were two heavy to carry, i would pick another wood the next time i went always one step a head of the keepers i found a friday or saterday were good nights to go, as most were in the pub it was not just the pheasants but duck, as well i did take a friend that could really shoot he never missed many the problem was retreaving them i have seen us botth stripped to the waist and wade in to pick any up any that had dropped in the water bloody hell it was cold we would get out to dry our selves, our teath would really chatter, in fact i did trust john and did give him an opportunity to come with after the pheasants but he would always say no i am not being hounded by the keepers dogs he would say, i will tell you more latter
In reply to Post #674
One thing i always did was put a brace of pheasants or trout hung on the keepers gate it really wound old bell up but it was my way of saying thank you he knew it was me he sent the police to the house a few times but i always had a excuce. This one day i was asked did i fancy poaching a new shoot, i said to the person that asked i have never poached or heard of the place if i went i would want to have a look at the place before giving it a go i asked how many keepers on the shoot the aswer was five, one head keeper and four under keepers i was not sure so i put the invirtation to one side for the time being.
In the meantime i was going to catch a few rainbows i hope. It was a dark windy night when i set off across the fields, i had one rod ,a few worms, and a few spinners, it was about a mile from my house i had been given a night scope from some one that was in the army throught the war years, he showed me how it worked it was a bit old and antiquated but i thought i would give it a go i looked over the field and found it was not to bad i soom reached the bank, and just looked throught the scope i could see all around the lake and no one was preasent i used a devon minnow first they were dfeadly i caught a few minnows in my trap in the afternoon i mounted one on the flight of the minnow and clipped it in. My first cast produced one of five pounds a really nice fish i put it back it was to big for what i wanted, next fish was around two pounds i knocked on the head it was just the size i wanted i had i had caught six and just sat down when i heard a car or tractor coming in the distance i grabbed the rod and bag and ran for cover, i watched from the wood there there was at least five and they were all poaching i let it go quite. The car was not from around here so i shouted your all under arrest i fell about laughing they all ran and tried to get in the car all together, i have broke my rod shouted the one shut up shouted the driver or you will be left here it was like something out of the circus talk about panic i watched from a distance as the car shot across the field onto the road, well that was the last for tonight i vanished into the darkness of the wood and made my way home. i will tell you more latter.
One thing i always did was put a brace of pheasants or trout hung on the keepers gate it really wound old bell up but it was my way of saying thank you he knew it was me he sent the police to the house a few times but i always had a excuce. This one day i was asked did i fancy poaching a new shoot, i said to the person that asked i have never poached or heard of the place if i went i would want to have a look at the place before giving it a go i asked how many keepers on the shoot the aswer was five, one head keeper and four under keepers i was not sure so i put the invirtation to one side for the time being.
In the meantime i was going to catch a few rainbows i hope. It was a dark windy night when i set off across the fields, i had one rod ,a few worms, and a few spinners, it was about a mile from my house i had been given a night scope from some one that was in the army throught the war years, he showed me how it worked it was a bit old and antiquated but i thought i would give it a go i looked over the field and found it was not to bad i soom reached the bank, and just looked throught the scope i could see all around the lake and no one was preasent i used a devon minnow first they were dfeadly i caught a few minnows in my trap in the afternoon i mounted one on the flight of the minnow and clipped it in. My first cast produced one of five pounds a really nice fish i put it back it was to big for what i wanted, next fish was around two pounds i knocked on the head it was just the size i wanted i had i had caught six and just sat down when i heard a car or tractor coming in the distance i grabbed the rod and bag and ran for cover, i watched from the wood there there was at least five and they were all poaching i let it go quite. The car was not from around here so i shouted your all under arrest i fell about laughing they all ran and tried to get in the car all together, i have broke my rod shouted the one shut up shouted the driver or you will be left here it was like something out of the circus talk about panic i watched from a distance as the car shot across the field onto the road, well that was the last for tonight i vanished into the darkness of the wood and made my way home. i will tell you more latter.
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one thing i shall never forgot i was hoping to start work for the home office it was many years since i poached to make a bob or two. I had to go before the super, who was in charge of the police station where i was going to be working i knocked the door. I was a bit shaky i heard a shout from within come in i walked towards a chair sit down so your the one that poached our shoot all those years ago. I honesty did not know what to say i literally froze, come on then he shouted don't be frightened i honestly enjoyed our little forays, i felt a bit more brave and out it came yes and i really enjoyed your pheasants and fish, i thought thats it i was waiting for his reply god is he going to give me the sack before i had even started, he gave out a big laught, hows your mother and father pete god she would not tell me anything you were involved with, my sgt used to go scaty he would get in his car saying one day one day.
Listen pete i have a small trout pool around an acre i have been poached a bit can you come and have a look yes no problem. I will pick you up from home on saterday if thats ok with you you can shoot the ground its about forty acre the farmer will be pleased he is over run withj rabbits, thanks have i got the job of course you have you can start tomorrow i will tell your boss at head office, before i go can i take my freind graham with me two is better than one catching poachers, do i know him he blurted out no i dont think so said i you will have to trust me i saw i smile cover his face i could not years ago could i. We both gave out a chuckle is 9-30 to early to pick you up to show you both the small lake no sir that will be great we will be waiting.
He arirved on time and trasported us to this lovely lake if fact Graham and myself knew this lake from years ago but we had never poached it. It was set in this beautiful valley and belonged to a farmer freind we knew i got a hook out of his car and screwd it onto a landing net handle whats that for pete i will show you sir dont call me sir call me tom around the side of the lake i went i had five night lines straight away two had fish on, Tom just stood there and said good god i have never seen that done before, ill leave the rest and come back friday and saturday thanks pete. he took us see the farmer bloody hell tom what are you doing with these two rogues best poachers in shropshire hellow pete how are you both not to bad, come in for a drink i knew what was about to happen out came the glasses and they were filled with golden cider want some bread and cheese to go with it he shouted from the kitchen, tom explained what was about to happen no problem i would rather have those two on my land than any body, the poaching will soon stop if i know pete.
I will tell you more latter
we both smiled on the way home tom said you can fly fish it if you like, thanks tom we will give it a go latter on.
one thing i shall never forgot i was hoping to start work for the home office it was many years since i poached to make a bob or two. I had to go before the super, who was in charge of the police station where i was going to be working i knocked the door. I was a bit shaky i heard a shout from within come in i walked towards a chair sit down so your the one that poached our shoot all those years ago. I honesty did not know what to say i literally froze, come on then he shouted don't be frightened i honestly enjoyed our little forays, i felt a bit more brave and out it came yes and i really enjoyed your pheasants and fish, i thought thats it i was waiting for his reply god is he going to give me the sack before i had even started, he gave out a big laught, hows your mother and father pete god she would not tell me anything you were involved with, my sgt used to go scaty he would get in his car saying one day one day.
Listen pete i have a small trout pool around an acre i have been poached a bit can you come and have a look yes no problem. I will pick you up from home on saterday if thats ok with you you can shoot the ground its about forty acre the farmer will be pleased he is over run withj rabbits, thanks have i got the job of course you have you can start tomorrow i will tell your boss at head office, before i go can i take my freind graham with me two is better than one catching poachers, do i know him he blurted out no i dont think so said i you will have to trust me i saw i smile cover his face i could not years ago could i. We both gave out a chuckle is 9-30 to early to pick you up to show you both the small lake no sir that will be great we will be waiting.
He arirved on time and trasported us to this lovely lake if fact Graham and myself knew this lake from years ago but we had never poached it. It was set in this beautiful valley and belonged to a farmer freind we knew i got a hook out of his car and screwd it onto a landing net handle whats that for pete i will show you sir dont call me sir call me tom around the side of the lake i went i had five night lines straight away two had fish on, Tom just stood there and said good god i have never seen that done before, ill leave the rest and come back friday and saturday thanks pete. he took us see the farmer bloody hell tom what are you doing with these two rogues best poachers in shropshire hellow pete how are you both not to bad, come in for a drink i knew what was about to happen out came the glasses and they were filled with golden cider want some bread and cheese to go with it he shouted from the kitchen, tom explained what was about to happen no problem i would rather have those two on my land than any body, the poaching will soon stop if i know pete.
I will tell you more latter
we both smiled on the way home tom said you can fly fish it if you like, thanks tom we will give it a go latter on.
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i have just been watcing a male blue tit, going mad with my car mirror the problem is he can see himself and he thinks he is another male, they are looking at my two nest boxes i dont know which one they will choose
I am very pleased i have a pair of bull finches, in the garden the male is spectacular with a beautiful red breast. I am sitting at home making a few rigs also filling my new centre pin up have not used one for years and am looking forward to using it. Its my second chilhood you know, but on a serous note there are some huge perch in the small lake i fish i have seen them taking quite big rudd i could not fish for them last year as i was rushed into Hospital and missed most of the season but i am just hopping this year will be a better one.
This pool is one i poached for thr trout years ago there was some nice fish in the pool, i would go after dark and worm, the place i did not know at the time there was some big eels in the water i caught one of six pounds while fishing for the trout, it was a lovely fish so i put it back, i do wonder if they are still in the pool i was there one night a saw the headlights of a car coming over the fields, i hid in the wood above the lake i soon recongized who it was the sgt with two constables from my village, and another landrover with the keepers, god they were out in force tonight no one knew i was there so perhaps they were after some one else.
I had broke the rod down and carried the fish in a bag on my back. Just behind where i was hiding was a very big tree it was a fir with plenty of foliage i shinned up rod tied to my back with the bag i got to the top and lay down across the branches. They could not see me but i could see them the one keeper jerry, had got his dogs with him but i did not fear them i used to feed them over the top of their pen they were used to me so i knew even if they caught a smell of my scent they would not bark. Come around here shouted the Sgt to his constables. They have not been shooting tonight gerry who was one of the head keepers perhaps they have gone to my place shoputed another i reconized him staight away it was old bell the keeper from condover. Its worth a look said said the keeper i waited for them to go and caught another six trout i looked at my watch it was 1-30 it was time to go i crossed the feilds with a big smile on my face no chase tonight i was in the clear for once. a bit more latter
i have just been watcing a male blue tit, going mad with my car mirror the problem is he can see himself and he thinks he is another male, they are looking at my two nest boxes i dont know which one they will choose
I am very pleased i have a pair of bull finches, in the garden the male is spectacular with a beautiful red breast. I am sitting at home making a few rigs also filling my new centre pin up have not used one for years and am looking forward to using it. Its my second chilhood you know, but on a serous note there are some huge perch in the small lake i fish i have seen them taking quite big rudd i could not fish for them last year as i was rushed into Hospital and missed most of the season but i am just hopping this year will be a better one.
This pool is one i poached for thr trout years ago there was some nice fish in the pool, i would go after dark and worm, the place i did not know at the time there was some big eels in the water i caught one of six pounds while fishing for the trout, it was a lovely fish so i put it back, i do wonder if they are still in the pool i was there one night a saw the headlights of a car coming over the fields, i hid in the wood above the lake i soon recongized who it was the sgt with two constables from my village, and another landrover with the keepers, god they were out in force tonight no one knew i was there so perhaps they were after some one else.
I had broke the rod down and carried the fish in a bag on my back. Just behind where i was hiding was a very big tree it was a fir with plenty of foliage i shinned up rod tied to my back with the bag i got to the top and lay down across the branches. They could not see me but i could see them the one keeper jerry, had got his dogs with him but i did not fear them i used to feed them over the top of their pen they were used to me so i knew even if they caught a smell of my scent they would not bark. Come around here shouted the Sgt to his constables. They have not been shooting tonight gerry who was one of the head keepers perhaps they have gone to my place shoputed another i reconized him staight away it was old bell the keeper from condover. Its worth a look said said the keeper i waited for them to go and caught another six trout i looked at my watch it was 1-30 it was time to go i crossed the feilds with a big smile on my face no chase tonight i was in the clear for once. a bit more latter
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In the clear for once
In the clear for once