True story I swear!

[jigsaw 11,863]

I was talking to an old gypsie friend of mine lately and he told me this tale and swears its true and I'm inclined to believe it.

He had a lurcher for 12 years and worked it on everything,from rabbit to deer to pheasant,hares were no problem to it.Well he fed his family on poached game for years,took thousands of rabbits with him.One day he was coursing a hare for the pot when the lurcher hit a gate and broke his neck.Barney was heartbroken,he carried the dog back to the camp and laid him in front of the fire.He went to bed and thought he would bury his companion in the morning,he just couldnt face the task that night.When he got up the next day he approached the spot that the dog lay and the corpse was gone.He enquired as to where the dog had gone and his wife proclaimed that she buried the dog knowing her husband was upset facing the job.

Two months passed by and one day the wife gave her husband a brown paper parcel and when he opened it he found a fabulous waistcoat his wife had made.She told him she had skinned his dog and made the coat out of him so he would always have his favourite dog with him .Well barney was thrilled with it and wore it everywhere he went,telling people the tale of his dog and its accomplishments.In the village where Barney lived,a charity cricket match was organised and the names were taken for the game,during the game Barney stepped forward to bat,since it was a warm day Barney took his waistcoat off and laid it by his side.well the match commenced and Barney hit a ball way into the rough,the ball rolled into a large clump of gorse,suddenly a rabbit ran out and to the amazement of the village people(not the pop group)Barneys waistcoat flew across the grass in hot pursuit,even in death the dog was still game.I'm inclined to believe this story,what do you reckon?

 

 

This story was induced by a lot of beautifully chilled MILLER DRAUGHT,I hope I'm allowed to advertise for such a noble company as MILLER DRAUGHT,AMERICAS QUALITY BEER.....hic!!

[jacob 28]

did he swear on his babies eyes why let the truth get in the way of a good story

[Kay 3,709]

Well i believe anything is possible saw a friend the min she died , she lived 50 odd miles from me & i was out with my dog & saw her , when i looked round again she had gone. never even connected thing til i heard hours later she died, so who knows

[john b 38]

A shiver went down my spine as I read that ferret love. Brrrrrrrrrrr

[Kay 3,709]

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QUOTE(john b @ Mar 19 2007, 02:01 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>

A shiver went down my spine as I read that ferret love. Brrrrrrrrrrr

 

I can recall it as if it was yesterday , it was very bizarre & i also had another strange thing happen an over powering smell of perfume when i got back from the walk, i sat & thought all sorts , did i imagine i saw her, did i actually see her, but in a second she went it was a lovely december afternoon, sun was out all day , but very low down , so it made it near impossible to see anything properly.

 

I have never had another experience like it since or before it, it wasnt scareyi just couldnt work out what was happening, i rang everyone i knew to tell them when i got back

 

I was curious as to what i think i saw so i did a bit of searching on the net and came up with a cricis apperition, she had basically committed suicide and opd at 3.30 that afternoon, it was the only death i struggled to deal with, she was a very special woman & very much loved .

 

I hadnt known her for long around 2 yrs but it was as if i had known her all my life, someone i think about everyday still after 3 yrs of not seeing her. salt of the earth she was

[jacob 28]

Well i believe anything is possible saw a friend the min she died , she lived 50 odd miles from me & i was out with my dog & saw her , when i looked round again she had gone. never even connected thing til i heard hours later she died, so who knows

there could be some truth in that,my mum used to work in an electronics factory in the seventies ,and she was always late for work, and fred the foreman was always on the gate to see people in, he always greeted her with ,"morning, late again".one morning she got into work same thing, fred was on the gate ,usual greeting,got into the part she worked in ,they were all chatting ,when she asked what was up, they told her," fred died last night", " .spooky ay.

[John Nolan 0]

I'm not sure how to say this but even joking about the quality of Miller Draft could be seen as a sign of instability or worse. The words quality and Miller (or Budweiser) should never be used in the same sentence.

Let's just say they're one of the biggest breweries in the States and already do a great job marketing their products. Quality never into the Sales equation over here.

[Guest Frank]

Top story that jigsaw.

 

Frank.

[Irish Lurcher 1,013]

Frank

 

That story is so true, I was the bowler at the match, and thats a fact :whistle: .

[Yokel Matt 918]

Good crack so then... just how many did you drink exactly

[DUCKWING 302]

JEEZ JIGSAW ,

 

THATS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU LISTEN TO DYKE SHITTERS ........... DONT TELL ME YOU WERE BUYING THE BEER AS WELL ........... IF A TRAVELLER TELLS ME THE TIME ........ I CHECK MY WATCH , ......

 

 

..THE FECKERS CANNOT LIE STRAIGHT ..... IN BED

 

 

 

DUCKWING :whistle:

[reynardhunter 3]

I was talking to an old gypsie friend of mine lately and he told me this tale and swears its true and I'm inclined to believe it.

He had a lurcher for 12 years and worked it on everything,from rabbit to deer to pheasant,hares were no problem to it.Well he fed his family on poached game for years,took thousands of rabbits with him.One day he was coursing a hare for the pot when the lurcher hit a gate and broke his neck.Barney was heartbroken,he carried the dog back to the camp and laid him in front of the fire.He went to bed and thought he would bury his companion in the morning,he just couldnt face the task that night.When he got up the next day he approached the spot that the dog lay and the corpse was gone.He enquired as to where the dog had gone and his wife proclaimed that she buried the dog knowing her husband was upset facing the job.

Two months passed by and one day the wife gave her husband a brown paper parcel and when he opened it he found a fabulous waistcoat his wife had made.She told him she had skinned his dog and made the coat out of him so he would always have his favourite dog with him .Well barney was thrilled with it and wore it everywhere he went,telling people the tale of his dog and its accomplishments.In the village where Barney lived,a charity cricket match was organised and the names were taken for the game,during the game Barney stepped forward to bat,since it was a warm day Barney took his waistcoat off and laid it by his side.well the match commenced and Barney hit a ball way into the rough,the ball rolled into a large clump of gorse,suddenly a rabbit ran out and to the amazement of the village people(not the pop group)Barneys waistcoat flew across the grass in hot pursuit,even in death the dog was still game.I'm inclined to believe this story,what do you reckon?

 

 

This story was induced by a lot of beautifully chilled MILLER DRAUGHT,I hope I'm allowed to advertise for such a noble company as MILLER DRAUGHT,AMERICAS QUALITY BEER.....hic!!

I remember barny jigsaw, you could always tell he was about cos of the swarm of bluebottles hovering around his waistcoat! nice one jig

 

I was talking to an old gypsie friend of mine lately and he told me this tale and swears its true and I'm inclined to believe it.

He had a lurcher for 12 years and worked it on everything,from rabbit to deer to pheasant,hares were no problem to it.Well he fed his family on poached game for years,took thousands of rabbits with him.One day he was coursing a hare for the pot when the lurcher hit a gate and broke his neck.Barney was heartbroken,he carried the dog back to the camp and laid him in front of the fire.He went to bed and thought he would bury his companion in the morning,he just couldnt face the task that night.When he got up the next day he approached the spot that the dog lay and the corpse was gone.He enquired as to where the dog had gone and his wife proclaimed that she buried the dog knowing her husband was upset facing the job.

Two months passed by and one day the wife gave her husband a brown paper parcel and when he opened it he found a fabulous waistcoat his wife had made.She told him she had skinned his dog and made the coat out of him so he would always have his favourite dog with him .Well barney was thrilled with it and wore it everywhere he went,telling people the tale of his dog and its accomplishments.In the village where Barney lived,a charity cricket match was organised and the names were taken for the game,during the game Barney stepped forward to bat,since it was a warm day Barney took his waistcoat off and laid it by his side.well the match commenced and Barney hit a ball way into the rough,the ball rolled into a large clump of gorse,suddenly a rabbit ran out and to the amazement of the village people(not the pop group)Barneys waistcoat flew across the grass in hot pursuit,even in death the dog was still game.I'm inclined to believe this story,what do you reckon?

 

 

This story was induced by a lot of beautifully chilled MILLER DRAUGHT,I hope I'm allowed to advertise for such a noble company as MILLER DRAUGHT,AMERICAS QUALITY BEER.....hic!!

I remember barny jigsaw, you could always tell he was about cos of the swarm of bluebottles hovering around his waistcoat! nice one jig

[zap 4]

cant beat a bit of humour after all we are here for a good time not a long time

[scottish lurcher 185]

I was talking to an old gypsie friend of mine lately and he told me this tale and swears its true and I'm inclined to believe it.

He had a lurcher for 12 years and worked it on everything,from rabbit to deer to pheasant,hares were no problem to it.Well he fed his family on poached game for years,took thousands of rabbits with him.One day he was coursing a hare for the pot when the lurcher hit a gate and broke his neck.Barney was heartbroken,he carried the dog back to the camp and laid him in front of the fire.He went to bed and thought he would bury his companion in the morning,he just couldnt face the task that night.When he got up the next day he approached the spot that the dog lay and the corpse was gone.He enquired as to where the dog had gone and his wife proclaimed that she buried the dog knowing her husband was upset facing the job.

Two months passed by and one day the wife gave her husband a brown paper parcel and when he opened it he found a fabulous waistcoat his wife had made.She told him she had skinned his dog and made the coat out of him so he would always have his favourite dog with him .Well barney was thrilled with it and wore it everywhere he went,telling people the tale of his dog and its accomplishments.In the village where Barney lived,a charity cricket match was organised and the names were taken for the game,during the game Barney stepped forward to bat,since it was a warm day Barney took his waistcoat off and laid it by his side.well the match commenced and Barney hit a ball way into the rough,the ball rolled into a large clump of gorse,suddenly a rabbit ran out and to the amazement of the village people(not the pop group)Barneys waistcoat flew across the grass in hot pursuit,even in death the dog was still game.I'm inclined to believe this story,what do you reckon?

 

 

This story was induced by a lot of beautifully chilled MILLER DRAUGHT,I hope I'm allowed to advertise for such a noble company as MILLER DRAUGHT,AMERICAS QUALITY BEER.....hic!!

funny same thing happened to me only it was a hare and i slip my wastecoat on it. it was about 100 yard slip the hare jinked and turned but my waistcoat he got the hare and he carried it back did this with my wastecoat for next five years untill he got run over with a ford escort

[reynardhunter 3]

I was talking to an old gypsie friend of mine lately and he told me this tale and swears its true and I'm inclined to believe it.

He had a lurcher for 12 years and worked it on everything,from rabbit to deer to pheasant,hares were no problem to it.Well he fed his family on poached game for years,took thousands of rabbits with him.One day he was coursing a hare for the pot when the lurcher hit a gate and broke his neck.Barney was heartbroken,he carried the dog back to the camp and laid him in front of the fire.He went to bed and thought he would bury his companion in the morning,he just couldnt face the task that night.When he got up the next day he approached the spot that the dog lay and the corpse was gone.He enquired as to where the dog had gone and his wife proclaimed that she buried the dog knowing her husband was upset facing the job.

Two months passed by and one day the wife gave her husband a brown paper parcel and when he opened it he found a fabulous waistcoat his wife had made.She told him she had skinned his dog and made the coat out of him so he would always have his favourite dog with him .Well barney was thrilled with it and wore it everywhere he went,telling people the tale of his dog and its accomplishments.In the village where Barney lived,a charity cricket match was organised and the names were taken for the game,during the game Barney stepped forward to bat,since it was a warm day Barney took his waistcoat off and laid it by his side.well the match commenced and Barney hit a ball way into the rough,the ball rolled into a large clump of gorse,suddenly a rabbit ran out and to the amazement of the village people(not the pop group)Barneys waistcoat flew across the grass in hot pursuit,even in death the dog was still game.I'm inclined to believe this story,what do you reckon?

 

 

This story was induced by a lot of beautifully chilled MILLER DRAUGHT,I hope I'm allowed to advertise for such a noble company as MILLER DRAUGHT,AMERICAS QUALITY BEER.....hic!!

funny same thing happened to me only it was a hare and i slip my wastecoat on it. it was about 100 yard slip the hare jinked and turned but my waistcoat he got the hare and he carried it back did this with my wastecoat for next five years untill he got run over with a ford escort

ah, f**k me i had agood laugh at that mate, nice one