Swampy 147 Posted September 25, 2009 Report Share Posted September 25, 2009 Driving home last night I passed my first (for the season) load of horse boxes parked at the side of the lane, towed by the now seemingly obligatory selection of top of the range 4X4. A hunt. Now I do like to see a good hunt so a carried on a bit further down the lane away from the "hoorays" and found a gateway into a field over looking the valley. Pulled in and rolled a fag and waited for the hunt to come into view. I had a spectacular view of the valley washed in the evening sun and was just thinking how cool life is when something caught my eye to my right. Sitting no further than 10yds away was Reynard. Washing himself. I sat dead still for about a minute before he stood up looked at me and casusually strolled into the hedge. I swear the B'tard winked at me before he dissapeared! No sooner had he gone I saw the hunt dissapearing across the river in the wrong direction. Now obviously they weren't hunting fox.............. but Reynard doesn't know this, does he? Or he has a bloody expensive lawyer and knows he cant be touched? Cheeky git but I couldn't help but feel a little admiration for the shear brass neck of the B'tard. Nice way to end the day. Just thought I'd share it Enjoy the w/e ahead all Swampy Ninging Tally ho Quote Link to post Share on other sites
jonesy 111 Posted September 25, 2009 Report Share Posted September 25, 2009 Well it sounds like your hunt is as good as my local pack,shite,thats the mounted pack for you only after a run about on a horse. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Catcher 1 639 Posted September 25, 2009 Report Share Posted September 25, 2009 Driving home last night I passed my first (for the season) load of horse boxes parked at the side of the lane, towed by the now seemingly obligatory selection of top of the range 4X4.A hunt. Now I do like to see a good hunt so a carried on a bit further down the lane away from the "hoorays" and found a gateway into a field over looking the valley. Pulled in and rolled a fag and waited for the hunt to come into view. I had a spectacular view of the valley washed in the evening sun and was just thinking how cool life is when something caught my eye to my right. Sitting no further than 10yds away was Reynard. Washing himself. I sat dead still for about a minute before he stood up looked at me and casusually strolled into the hedge. I swear the B'tard winked at me before he dissapeared! No sooner had he gone I saw the hunt dissapearing across the river in the wrong direction. Now obviously they weren't hunting fox.............. but Reynard doesn't know this, does he? Or he has a bloody expensive lawyer and knows he cant be touched? Cheeky git but I couldn't help but feel a little admiration for the shear brass neck of the B'tard. Nice way to end the day. Just thought I'd share it Enjoy the w/e ahead all Swampy Ninging Tally ho Hi Swampy mate.Did you wink back at it.Hope you had a good night.atb. Catcher Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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