Fat-Ferret 857 Posted June 10, 2009 Report Share Posted June 10, 2009 He makes his way through cold dark fields, the wind his only friend Coney thoughts upon his mind, will he get one at the end First pin in, lines pulled tight, he walks with skill and care But little does Old Netter know, if Coney he is there He bants the field, and crosses back, old netter starts to run For the squeal of Coney he can hear, at least he’s now got one Indeed its there, he feels it move, supper has arrived He hanks his net, and hazel pegs, for one Coney he has strived But none the less does Old Netter care, for it’s the gift of which he was taught To work by night with net and peg, and never by keeper be caught 1 Quote Link to post
MR POACH 2 Posted June 10, 2009 Report Share Posted June 10, 2009 BRILLIANT, .......... it was like being there , Quote Link to post
Tiercel 6,986 Posted June 10, 2009 Report Share Posted June 10, 2009 I enjoyed that little poem, and it just about sums up longnetting. TC Quote Link to post
Fat-Ferret 857 Posted June 10, 2009 Author Report Share Posted June 10, 2009 I wrote it last night, I was having a good think about Long Netting and it sort of came together Quote Link to post
Guest MIST NET Posted June 10, 2009 Report Share Posted June 10, 2009 Very nice fat -ferret . Quote Link to post
The one 8,493 Posted June 11, 2009 Report Share Posted June 11, 2009 Good one mate Quote Link to post
Rabbithunter 456 Posted June 12, 2009 Report Share Posted June 12, 2009 cracking stuff. It was like "being there" reading that Quote Link to post
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