In reply to Post #678
Yes ralph i did have a few escapes, an old gypsy friend asked me to go with him to get a few partridge he had a camp not to far from where we were standing, in fact four of the clan turned up bring your gun pete, i turned up just as it was going dark you ready then he said to the others yes they answered and away we went across this fields god it was cold with the wind blowing i would be glad when it was over i could just about see a stick in the distance my old gypsy friend tom, said don't make any noise you see that stick that is where the partridge are they roost on the ground so we should catch the lot thats if old bell and gerry and their under keepers keepers have not put any briars on the ground so our net will snag they are both buggers for doing that.
What ever have i got myself into i thought, but tom was an expert poacher who knew his job he would not have come this far if there was not something to catch and take home, four men one on each corner of the net and me behind with my gun over the birds, they went they tried to escape, but there was no getting away they dragged twenty grey partridge from under that net, you got y bag pete, are you taking the lot i asked i was a bit upset why do you ask well i always leave a few i understand what you are getting at. No if they were wild birds i would but these are reared by the keepers they rear thousands for the gents, and ladies, to shoot, i knew that from watching them when they shot.
How many have we got tom i counted twenty not a bad night eh pete we will make a few bob between us they should get most into your big bag ill carry it he said, but we have another covey to deal with which is a bit nearer home not far from the fish pool i know were that is i whispered as we came towards the pool in the wood we stopped can you see the marker pete yes tom, we will hide the bag with the birds under the big hedge behind us now all was ready you walk behind pete with your gun we aproached where the birds were they dropped the net over them it was over so quickly another sixteen they folded the net up and put a few more birds in my bag god tom you won't carry that far wait and see said tom, in the distance i could see some one waiting it was toms brother with a cart to put every thing in how many tom he shouted thirty six said i. Thats a very good night we all agreed, it was back to the vans for a welcome cup of tea we chatted sitting round the open fire i owe you some money ill take the birds down tomorrow and see how much we will get good night all i shouted. well theres a bit more until the next time
Yes ralph i did have a few escapes, an old gypsy friend asked me to go with him to get a few partridge he had a camp not to far from where we were standing, in fact four of the clan turned up bring your gun pete, i turned up just as it was going dark you ready then he said to the others yes they answered and away we went across this fields god it was cold with the wind blowing i would be glad when it was over i could just about see a stick in the distance my old gypsy friend tom, said don't make any noise you see that stick that is where the partridge are they roost on the ground so we should catch the lot thats if old bell and gerry and their under keepers keepers have not put any briars on the ground so our net will snag they are both buggers for doing that.
What ever have i got myself into i thought, but tom was an expert poacher who knew his job he would not have come this far if there was not something to catch and take home, four men one on each corner of the net and me behind with my gun over the birds, they went they tried to escape, but there was no getting away they dragged twenty grey partridge from under that net, you got y bag pete, are you taking the lot i asked i was a bit upset why do you ask well i always leave a few i understand what you are getting at. No if they were wild birds i would but these are reared by the keepers they rear thousands for the gents, and ladies, to shoot, i knew that from watching them when they shot.
How many have we got tom i counted twenty not a bad night eh pete we will make a few bob between us they should get most into your big bag ill carry it he said, but we have another covey to deal with which is a bit nearer home not far from the fish pool i know were that is i whispered as we came towards the pool in the wood we stopped can you see the marker pete yes tom, we will hide the bag with the birds under the big hedge behind us now all was ready you walk behind pete with your gun we aproached where the birds were they dropped the net over them it was over so quickly another sixteen they folded the net up and put a few more birds in my bag god tom you won't carry that far wait and see said tom, in the distance i could see some one waiting it was toms brother with a cart to put every thing in how many tom he shouted thirty six said i. Thats a very good night we all agreed, it was back to the vans for a welcome cup of tea we chatted sitting round the open fire i owe you some money ill take the birds down tomorrow and see how much we will get good night all i shouted. well theres a bit more until the next time
In reply to Post #679
I could not wait until august i would lie down in the heather and watch the guns preform i kept a fair way from them as the guns made me nervous, the guns really got exited when the grouse come hurtling towards them i kept my head down as the beaters passed me by it was a dangerous job for every body that took part it was certainly not like todays grouse shooting when i think back they had some keepers, involved beating others, picking up i was nearly flat out in the heather when this big spaniel came and licked me all over i tried to get him to go but he would not, he prefered to lie down with me, i was getting a bit worried i did not fancy running in this thick heather, its funny really its the only bird that has eluded me never mind ill keep trying.
i heard a wistle that signaled the end of the drive, the keeper called his dog come charlie he shouted and away went the dog, you got nothing the keeper said, no said the beaters he was working with us they knew how cruel he could be he would shoot his dog if he did not bring anything back. On the way back i looked at sirs pens i have a friend who told me they had put 18000 thousand birds in the two pens nearest the big hall they were full of young poults i had a look at the other pens and they were full, also what a time i am going to have latter on i must learn a bit more about the woods as this would be the first time i would poach it. I called at the miners arms i asked the landlord when the keepers came for a drink fridays and saturdays said Bert you going to poach sirs pheasants pete if so bring us a couple of brace ill do just that bert they get rather drunk there not much good by the time they leave here they would stay all night if i let them, they play darts and tippet they love the games what time do they leave around midnight they can hardly stand up, does the police get here never seen them said bert we have only oil lights so when them big curtains are shut you would see no light through them. I will tell you a story pete the old sgt would call here and put his car around the back of the pub i think it was a westminster, he would have a constable with him they loved a drink what if you get caught drunk behind the wheel i said who's going to catch me there only us in tonight and i am the sgt well that was that the sgt has now retired so i take no chances. I said good night to bert and made my way home he shouted behind us don't forget the pheasants pete i put up my hand . a bit more latter.
I could not wait until august i would lie down in the heather and watch the guns preform i kept a fair way from them as the guns made me nervous, the guns really got exited when the grouse come hurtling towards them i kept my head down as the beaters passed me by it was a dangerous job for every body that took part it was certainly not like todays grouse shooting when i think back they had some keepers, involved beating others, picking up i was nearly flat out in the heather when this big spaniel came and licked me all over i tried to get him to go but he would not, he prefered to lie down with me, i was getting a bit worried i did not fancy running in this thick heather, its funny really its the only bird that has eluded me never mind ill keep trying.
i heard a wistle that signaled the end of the drive, the keeper called his dog come charlie he shouted and away went the dog, you got nothing the keeper said, no said the beaters he was working with us they knew how cruel he could be he would shoot his dog if he did not bring anything back. On the way back i looked at sirs pens i have a friend who told me they had put 18000 thousand birds in the two pens nearest the big hall they were full of young poults i had a look at the other pens and they were full, also what a time i am going to have latter on i must learn a bit more about the woods as this would be the first time i would poach it. I called at the miners arms i asked the landlord when the keepers came for a drink fridays and saturdays said Bert you going to poach sirs pheasants pete if so bring us a couple of brace ill do just that bert they get rather drunk there not much good by the time they leave here they would stay all night if i let them, they play darts and tippet they love the games what time do they leave around midnight they can hardly stand up, does the police get here never seen them said bert we have only oil lights so when them big curtains are shut you would see no light through them. I will tell you a story pete the old sgt would call here and put his car around the back of the pub i think it was a westminster, he would have a constable with him they loved a drink what if you get caught drunk behind the wheel i said who's going to catch me there only us in tonight and i am the sgt well that was that the sgt has now retired so i take no chances. I said good night to bert and made my way home he shouted behind us don't forget the pheasants pete i put up my hand . a bit more latter.
In reply to Post #680
Having bad news last week it has really made me think, so here comes another tale from long ago it was about a young lad that really struggled to catch fish that youngster was me, i had no idea how to fish, until i met a gentle man called peter finch. he put me in the right direction, i had all the right tackle so it was a matter of catching. I thought to my self i know the river, i was told i would get caught the locals were ever so good to me and would pass on information but they told my parents it was very private and was owned by shropshire fly fishers and some was owned by private individuals well i took no notice and caught trout until they came out of my ears my parents and our next neighbours who were very grateful, one place i really loved was the water falls i had a spot i liked to fish i would ledger a worm right under the sill of the falls i had no rod rest only one i had cut from hazel i had left it to dry out and had not used it for sometime it certainly did the job this one day my rod flew around i was lucky i did not lose it, i played this fish i had got him to the side and there lay a most beautiful pike it must of been at least 10 pounds how on earth was i going to land it i had no net in i went and lifted it out with my hands i caught my finger did it bleed after i just stood admiring the fish and its lovely colouring, i must get it back, i looked around to see there was anyone around i.e the water bailiffs all was clear, into the river i got and held it in the water, i watched as it swam away i dried my self with an old towel i had with me.
i carried on fishing the next fish was lovely brown trout, that went strait in my bag i cast out again and watched as the rod top bent right around i played the fish i could see it was a lovely perch it was at least two pounds, i heard a voice behind me shout, it was a lady mrs smout from the terraces where i lived ill have that perch she shouted, no i am going to put it back which i did i put my hand in the bag and gave her the only trout i had a smile broke across her face thanks pete our sid will love this with a few potatoes and peas no problem i shouted to her as she crossed the field i will have to catch a few more trout before i go home. well more to follow
Having bad news last week it has really made me think, so here comes another tale from long ago it was about a young lad that really struggled to catch fish that youngster was me, i had no idea how to fish, until i met a gentle man called peter finch. he put me in the right direction, i had all the right tackle so it was a matter of catching. I thought to my self i know the river, i was told i would get caught the locals were ever so good to me and would pass on information but they told my parents it was very private and was owned by shropshire fly fishers and some was owned by private individuals well i took no notice and caught trout until they came out of my ears my parents and our next neighbours who were very grateful, one place i really loved was the water falls i had a spot i liked to fish i would ledger a worm right under the sill of the falls i had no rod rest only one i had cut from hazel i had left it to dry out and had not used it for sometime it certainly did the job this one day my rod flew around i was lucky i did not lose it, i played this fish i had got him to the side and there lay a most beautiful pike it must of been at least 10 pounds how on earth was i going to land it i had no net in i went and lifted it out with my hands i caught my finger did it bleed after i just stood admiring the fish and its lovely colouring, i must get it back, i looked around to see there was anyone around i.e the water bailiffs all was clear, into the river i got and held it in the water, i watched as it swam away i dried my self with an old towel i had with me.
i carried on fishing the next fish was lovely brown trout, that went strait in my bag i cast out again and watched as the rod top bent right around i played the fish i could see it was a lovely perch it was at least two pounds, i heard a voice behind me shout, it was a lady mrs smout from the terraces where i lived ill have that perch she shouted, no i am going to put it back which i did i put my hand in the bag and gave her the only trout i had a smile broke across her face thanks pete our sid will love this with a few potatoes and peas no problem i shouted to her as she crossed the field i will have to catch a few more trout before i go home. well more to follow
In reply to Post #681
I have been doing a bit of carp fishing and i am quite pleased that i have caught not big by any bodies standards but big enough to make me very pleased, there are some lovely fish in this old lake worth catching, Bernard graham and myself stocked it with eighteen carp many years ago i was contacted by this chap that had quite a big pool at the bottom of his garden the fish were mostly small in size but did they grow when we transferred them to the lake we are fishing now.
i know there are some mid twenties and there could be the occasional thirty but thats to be seen one thing i have got fishing in this weather is a chill i have felt quite bad shaking and shivering the quicker it goes the better so i can continue with my fishing you may say not in this weather but if i can catch fish i will be there no matter what the weather is my wife does not like me going because of my health, you only come this way once so get out there and fish.
over the years i have fished in some terrible weather once with Graham on the Shropshire meres i had just moved to discuss the fishing whether we should go or stay when there was a terrific crash the lightning hit a tree behind where i was fishing it came crashing down on my bed chair, it was only a garden lounger, as we could not buy the bed chairs of today, i think some one was on my side that night as if it had hit me i would not be here to tell the tale, we decided to go but it was flooded behind where we were fishing its a good job we had waders it was nearly up to the tops as we got to dry land under the big beech trees there was another bang and flash we could see in the distance of the wood, another tree came crashing down, we went over the canal bridge to my van and we were away it took more time to get home, there was tree branches over the road we moved most and just managed to get by what a b night when i got onto our village i took Graham home leave to tackle in the back he said and that exactly what we did it was still pooring with rain and still lightning i was glad to get to bed that just one more story. A little bit more latter
I have been doing a bit of carp fishing and i am quite pleased that i have caught not big by any bodies standards but big enough to make me very pleased, there are some lovely fish in this old lake worth catching, Bernard graham and myself stocked it with eighteen carp many years ago i was contacted by this chap that had quite a big pool at the bottom of his garden the fish were mostly small in size but did they grow when we transferred them to the lake we are fishing now.
i know there are some mid twenties and there could be the occasional thirty but thats to be seen one thing i have got fishing in this weather is a chill i have felt quite bad shaking and shivering the quicker it goes the better so i can continue with my fishing you may say not in this weather but if i can catch fish i will be there no matter what the weather is my wife does not like me going because of my health, you only come this way once so get out there and fish.
over the years i have fished in some terrible weather once with Graham on the Shropshire meres i had just moved to discuss the fishing whether we should go or stay when there was a terrific crash the lightning hit a tree behind where i was fishing it came crashing down on my bed chair, it was only a garden lounger, as we could not buy the bed chairs of today, i think some one was on my side that night as if it had hit me i would not be here to tell the tale, we decided to go but it was flooded behind where we were fishing its a good job we had waders it was nearly up to the tops as we got to dry land under the big beech trees there was another bang and flash we could see in the distance of the wood, another tree came crashing down, we went over the canal bridge to my van and we were away it took more time to get home, there was tree branches over the road we moved most and just managed to get by what a b night when i got onto our village i took Graham home leave to tackle in the back he said and that exactly what we did it was still pooring with rain and still lightning i was glad to get to bed that just one more story. A little bit more latter
In reply to Post #682
I have been chased many times, i am one lucky chap i have never been caught the one lake i had permission to fish. Graham and i were sitting there very relaxed, when this big women started shouting abuse at us telling us to get off the property, next thing she started running towards us like a big peace of blubber with a big carving knife in her hand, its time to go graham she means business, we picked up our rods and bag and made a run for the van, i looked behind us she was still coming and still had the knife in her hand we reached our van opened the the rear door and literally chucked our tackle in we just made into the car and started the engine when a police car arrived, i heard him say i will have that knife please now go back to the house i got out off my van hi pete hows it going it isn't, no he said she is puddled i said its like something out of a fairy story, who gave you permission john his about the best of the family the other brother is just like his sister, but i have fished here for months with know trouble, pete i would go now let it cool down i will see john later and get you written permission i am sure it will be ok i will ring you Monday at work and he did it all ended very well we had our tickets one each, thanks Paul what about his sister with the knife i gave her a stern talking to and gave her the knife back you will have no more trouble with her so every thing turned out right we fished there again and never had any trouble the sister came out and gave us a wave which we returned it was if nothing had ever happened.
There was another lake not very far from where we had been fishing so off we went i have not got permission but i do know him he is the hight sheriff of Shropshire i have got to know him quite well we arrived at the house i gave the bell on the door a push it was answered by a young lady is sir in i said she looked us up and down i will go and see whats your name i told her the next i heard is that you pete yes sir, come on in we are a bit dirty never mind, i will get us some of our home made beer and he did it was very nice over another drink i told him what had happened at the other lake i have had some trouble with those people
he answered. well i suppose you would like to fish my own lake yes sir he wrote us permission you are the only ones that are allowed down there you can take your car to the water you may see my gardener down at the lake he may come for a chat we gave it a go before going home and caught a five pound tench but also some common carp were seen so the day ended well. A bit more latter
I have been chased many times, i am one lucky chap i have never been caught the one lake i had permission to fish. Graham and i were sitting there very relaxed, when this big women started shouting abuse at us telling us to get off the property, next thing she started running towards us like a big peace of blubber with a big carving knife in her hand, its time to go graham she means business, we picked up our rods and bag and made a run for the van, i looked behind us she was still coming and still had the knife in her hand we reached our van opened the the rear door and literally chucked our tackle in we just made into the car and started the engine when a police car arrived, i heard him say i will have that knife please now go back to the house i got out off my van hi pete hows it going it isn't, no he said she is puddled i said its like something out of a fairy story, who gave you permission john his about the best of the family the other brother is just like his sister, but i have fished here for months with know trouble, pete i would go now let it cool down i will see john later and get you written permission i am sure it will be ok i will ring you Monday at work and he did it all ended very well we had our tickets one each, thanks Paul what about his sister with the knife i gave her a stern talking to and gave her the knife back you will have no more trouble with her so every thing turned out right we fished there again and never had any trouble the sister came out and gave us a wave which we returned it was if nothing had ever happened.
There was another lake not very far from where we had been fishing so off we went i have not got permission but i do know him he is the hight sheriff of Shropshire i have got to know him quite well we arrived at the house i gave the bell on the door a push it was answered by a young lady is sir in i said she looked us up and down i will go and see whats your name i told her the next i heard is that you pete yes sir, come on in we are a bit dirty never mind, i will get us some of our home made beer and he did it was very nice over another drink i told him what had happened at the other lake i have had some trouble with those people
he answered. well i suppose you would like to fish my own lake yes sir he wrote us permission you are the only ones that are allowed down there you can take your car to the water you may see my gardener down at the lake he may come for a chat we gave it a go before going home and caught a five pound tench but also some common carp were seen so the day ended well. A bit more latter
In reply to Post #683
I was fishing yesterday and it really went cold while the eclipse was going on, i think every one blanked i did have a run but lost it on a snag that was enough for me i packed up at 5-30 and headed for home i could not get warm all night, the wind blowing down the lake was absolutely bitter, lets hope it gets a bit warmer in the coming weeks my mrs thinks I'm a bloody nutter going in cold weather like it has been but i have caught a few over the weeks if i had not gone and took my chances i would not have caught i know i am in my seventies but i will keep fishing while i can.
It really is funny this small lake used to be full of rainbow trout, i used to poach it many years ago and caught some nice fish there was also some good eels, in the water i had them to four and a half pound i few years ago the bailiff on the water, came around to my house hi pete can you help me out whats up Bernard, we think we are getting poached can you come and have a look, it was not me as my poaching days were over. I had heard some one was selling trout in the pub, but i could not get a name, yes Bern i will meet you down there on Saturday afternoon, i took an old gaff with me i soon showed them where the fish were going i had eighteen night lines they had been expertly covered up no one fishing the lake would even know they were there.
Can you catch them pete i will need two or three chaps, with me ill come said Bern, my mate Graham, will come said i do you won't them caught on frightened, we will think about it at home i decided to frighten them i had some of these Halloween faces that glowed a horrible green, and one that looked like an old witch, i picked Bern up before dark have you got those old sheets, yes four in all we put the masks on around dark and sat down and waited i did not think they would arrive until midnight i was right over the style got the four poachers and headed straight away to their night lines, we waited until they were about to set some more when Bern let out a call like a banshee they turned around to see what it was they shone a torch up into the wood there was one hell of a shout run lads the place is haunted we fell around laughing we ran after them to the style they literally fell over into some of the brambles but we let them go we will go to the fox tomorrow night Graham we may get a laugh.
we went for a pint on the Saturday night we saw them telling the landlord what had happened, the one said to us do you still fish Bomere yes we replied, if i was you i would not go any where near the place its haunted we listened to his story we had a job not to laugh the landlord twigged what had gone on, good lads have a pint on me they have been selling trout in here for weeks i wondered when they would get caught we all had a good laugh.
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I was fishing yesterday and it really went cold while the eclipse was going on, i think every one blanked i did have a run but lost it on a snag that was enough for me i packed up at 5-30 and headed for home i could not get warm all night, the wind blowing down the lake was absolutely bitter, lets hope it gets a bit warmer in the coming weeks my mrs thinks I'm a bloody nutter going in cold weather like it has been but i have caught a few over the weeks if i had not gone and took my chances i would not have caught i know i am in my seventies but i will keep fishing while i can.
It really is funny this small lake used to be full of rainbow trout, i used to poach it many years ago and caught some nice fish there was also some good eels, in the water i had them to four and a half pound i few years ago the bailiff on the water, came around to my house hi pete can you help me out whats up Bernard, we think we are getting poached can you come and have a look, it was not me as my poaching days were over. I had heard some one was selling trout in the pub, but i could not get a name, yes Bern i will meet you down there on Saturday afternoon, i took an old gaff with me i soon showed them where the fish were going i had eighteen night lines they had been expertly covered up no one fishing the lake would even know they were there.
Can you catch them pete i will need two or three chaps, with me ill come said Bern, my mate Graham, will come said i do you won't them caught on frightened, we will think about it at home i decided to frighten them i had some of these Halloween faces that glowed a horrible green, and one that looked like an old witch, i picked Bern up before dark have you got those old sheets, yes four in all we put the masks on around dark and sat down and waited i did not think they would arrive until midnight i was right over the style got the four poachers and headed straight away to their night lines, we waited until they were about to set some more when Bern let out a call like a banshee they turned around to see what it was they shone a torch up into the wood there was one hell of a shout run lads the place is haunted we fell around laughing we ran after them to the style they literally fell over into some of the brambles but we let them go we will go to the fox tomorrow night Graham we may get a laugh.
we went for a pint on the Saturday night we saw them telling the landlord what had happened, the one said to us do you still fish Bomere yes we replied, if i was you i would not go any where near the place its haunted we listened to his story we had a job not to laugh the landlord twigged what had gone on, good lads have a pint on me they have been selling trout in here for weeks i wondered when they would get caught we all had a good laugh.
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In reply to Post #684
I am sitting here at home watching a very cold wind sway the trees no fishing today for me, i will see what its like tomorrow but the banks get packed most week ends so i will have to take my chance
Years ago you never saw the amount of anglers you see today things have altered, most lakes we fish to day are not private like they were in my younger days, private or not i used to fish them, i really enjoyed going you never knew what situation you would find your self in, i used to fish a quite a large lake in a village about six miles from my home, it was a most beautiful lake full of big tench and lovely Rudd you really never saw anyone, but this one morning was a bit different,i had caught a number to tench not really big all around two pounds i had just had a drink of mums ginger beer, when i was a bit startled to see a number of gentlemen standing on the lawns in front of the hall. They had all got guns in shoulder bags and a glass in their hand i heard sir saying drink up plenty of time latter on for drinking, i watched as i heard the keeper say you will all draw for your peg some had their wives with them they were all wearing tweeds and long laced up boots no shooting low he bellowed i never realised they were shooting the lake i was fishing you can shoot any pheasants he shouted i moved further into the undergrowth and lay down and watched, it was to late to make a run for it.
I watched him putting the guns out there must of been around twenty guns they must have been friends of sirs from the army as the war had not finished that long ago i think they had only got the estate back into some order but there was still a lot to do especially for the keeper he still had the vermin to attend to as the estate had gone completely wild as it had been left to own devises for a number of years, i was a bit frightened when the guns started to shoot but soon relaxed and watched this magical spectacle going on all around me god some could shoot, they would hit those duck really hight up, some would come crashing down hitting the bushes not far from where i lay, i thought bugger the fish, lets collect a few of these ducks that had been shot it was a bit dodgy but i managed to collect half a dozen or three brace of pheasants, and a couple of ducks, i popped them in my big post office bag, i carried my tackle in and half walked or crawled away from the shoot, i got into the field and lay behind this sheep feeder it was full of hay i could hear one off the guns say keeper theres one or two down over there, he could not find many maybe a couple. The keeper said they must of been runners sir i can't find anymore than a brace of pheasants and a couple of ducks. I laughed as i made my way home i collected my bike from where i had hidden it, and soon got to the gate of our house, mum said your home early yes i replied i have got you these her eyes lit up you will get caught one of these days she said laughing. well there you are more, latter
I am sitting here at home watching a very cold wind sway the trees no fishing today for me, i will see what its like tomorrow but the banks get packed most week ends so i will have to take my chance
Years ago you never saw the amount of anglers you see today things have altered, most lakes we fish to day are not private like they were in my younger days, private or not i used to fish them, i really enjoyed going you never knew what situation you would find your self in, i used to fish a quite a large lake in a village about six miles from my home, it was a most beautiful lake full of big tench and lovely Rudd you really never saw anyone, but this one morning was a bit different,i had caught a number to tench not really big all around two pounds i had just had a drink of mums ginger beer, when i was a bit startled to see a number of gentlemen standing on the lawns in front of the hall. They had all got guns in shoulder bags and a glass in their hand i heard sir saying drink up plenty of time latter on for drinking, i watched as i heard the keeper say you will all draw for your peg some had their wives with them they were all wearing tweeds and long laced up boots no shooting low he bellowed i never realised they were shooting the lake i was fishing you can shoot any pheasants he shouted i moved further into the undergrowth and lay down and watched, it was to late to make a run for it.
I watched him putting the guns out there must of been around twenty guns they must have been friends of sirs from the army as the war had not finished that long ago i think they had only got the estate back into some order but there was still a lot to do especially for the keeper he still had the vermin to attend to as the estate had gone completely wild as it had been left to own devises for a number of years, i was a bit frightened when the guns started to shoot but soon relaxed and watched this magical spectacle going on all around me god some could shoot, they would hit those duck really hight up, some would come crashing down hitting the bushes not far from where i lay, i thought bugger the fish, lets collect a few of these ducks that had been shot it was a bit dodgy but i managed to collect half a dozen or three brace of pheasants, and a couple of ducks, i popped them in my big post office bag, i carried my tackle in and half walked or crawled away from the shoot, i got into the field and lay behind this sheep feeder it was full of hay i could hear one off the guns say keeper theres one or two down over there, he could not find many maybe a couple. The keeper said they must of been runners sir i can't find anymore than a brace of pheasants and a couple of ducks. I laughed as i made my way home i collected my bike from where i had hidden it, and soon got to the gate of our house, mum said your home early yes i replied i have got you these her eyes lit up you will get caught one of these days she said laughing. well there you are more, latter
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I am so sorry to hear about your loss...
R.I.P
I am so sorry to hear about your loss...
R.I.P
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Jesus
a true gent long time forum member
Thoughts are with your family R.I.P
Jesus
a true gent long time forum member
Thoughts are with your family R.I.P
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R.I.P.
R.I.P.
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RIP
RIP
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So sorry for your loss.
I read his stories with great excitement for the passion that he brings to it.
You can be very proud of him.
R.I.P.
So sorry for your loss.
I read his stories with great excitement for the passion that he brings to it.
You can be very proud of him.
R.I.P.
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SO SAD . R. I. P. PETE.
SO SAD . R. I. P. PETE.
Tragic news. So sorry to hear that this grand fella has passed. I worked closely with Pete on a manuscript he did for a fishing book and he sent me reams of material and photos. I don't think many of us on here realise just how high profile Pete was back in the day, the guys he knew and fished with, the publications he worked for, and the huge high regard in which he was held by his peers. We are all very privileged to have had access to his wealth of knowledge and experience and the world will be a greyer place for his passing.
I am not religious in any way, and mentioned this once to Pete. "Not to worry," he replied, "God loves you anyway!" He always closed his PMs with 'God bless' and while it may be inappropriate for an atheist to say so, God bless back at ya, Pete.
So sad.
I am not religious in any way, and mentioned this once to Pete. "Not to worry," he replied, "God loves you anyway!" He always closed his PMs with 'God bless' and while it may be inappropriate for an atheist to say so, God bless back at ya, Pete.
So sad.
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I am very sorry to hear this. I remember Pete appearing all those decades ago in the Angling Times with his catches of specimen bream and hugely enjoyed his trips down memory lane on here.
Hopefully, he will meet up with Dick again at that special venue in the sky.
R.I.P. Pete
I am very sorry to hear this. I remember Pete appearing all those decades ago in the Angling Times with his catches of specimen bream and hugely enjoyed his trips down memory lane on here.
Hopefully, he will meet up with Dick again at that special venue in the sky.
R.I.P. Pete