I grew up hunting through the 70s,80s,90s,im still hunting but my way,the lads I dug with,kept good terriers and running dogs,and bred from the workers,gifted pups to those close so the blood lines were there if needed,as young lads we all had someone to look to if we needed help as such,I don’t dig any more,but I don’t condone those that do,good luck I say,I’m afraid my patience has gone,I can’t sit and listen to bullshitters,and we’ve always had one somewhere,I’m not impressed by someone showing up with a dog smashed up,I’m not looking at the past through rose tinted glasses,I am honoured an