Your childhood and the countryside

[baw 4,360]

Great read cookie and lab. Pmsl at that photo

[Guest cookiemonsterandmerlin]

I love reading about shit like that. Well done Cookie. I often sit and reminisce about my childhood and there are obvious parallels with yours as we're the same age and were clearly interested in exactly the same things.

 

One of funniest things I ever saw was in are late teens with had a mate who claimed he had a massive cock which it was a fecking monster ,while on summers evening we all had 50 or 125s we dared him to stick his cock up a TZRs exhaust which he he did for the lad to kickstart the bike and give him the blowjob of the year .

 

Lets say we never heard of his huge chopper again

[Stabs 3]

I'd like to retract the "clearly interested in exactly the same things" comment I made earlier

 

[Guest cookiemonsterandmerlin]

I'd like to retract the "clearly interested in exactly the same things" comment I made earlier

 

 

WHY I thought that was normal

[paulus 26]

Paulus should you not refrase that to my sex life is like a nuns

not many benny

 

DING dong

 

 

This would be our luck you can have first choice

ill have the one in the middle

[Ratreeper 441]

Even I can remember walking around streets with an air rifle, taking out the odd pigeon and no-one batting an eyelid. I grew up in a hamlet and there would always be horses or cows etc being moved on the road, I would hate trying to get through them walking to school because they didn't seem to notice the wee 6 year old waiting for a gap to dart through.

 

I just remember everything being a lot more dangerous and exciting when young. It all went to shit when my mum died when i was 7 and I moved to a small town, but still pretty rural and my hunting antics really kicked off then. So instead of watching grown-ups do it I decided I was old enough and me and a few mates would wander around relentlessly poaching the silliest places. Thinking back I have no idea why no-one ever questioned what 2-4 young lads were doing with an air rifle, a box of ferrets and big potato sack dripping with rabbit blood! I think it must just be living in the right areas where people aren't so nosey.

[Malt 379]

Hunting related things I remember about my childhood..

 

My dad getting caught shooting seagulls on the beach with a shotgun and his mate, going to court and getting discharged by the local magistrates court..

 

My dad getting caught shooting with the same mate on a national trust site - discharged..

 

My dad getting caught crossing the train tracks with a shotgun and going up in court for armed tresspass - discharged..

 

 

Local magistrates court was fantastic in a small town where everybody knew everybody and you could be drinking with the magistrates in a pub a few hours after your court case!

 

 

I was brought up shooting, fishing and ferreting in some of the country's most fantastic rural coastal locations. The countryside and sea were never more than 10 minutes walk away, and there seemed to be a very relaxed attitude towards shooting and other pursuits. Farmers didn't seem to mind catching people shooting on their land as long as they were sensible and not doing anything they weren't supposed to be doing, and often turned a blind eye. Permissions seemed to be gained by meeting farmers while actually getting caught by them and a few words were often enough once the farmer was satisfied you weren't an idiot. I don't know if it was the same everywhere, or if it was just down to the very laid back nature of the place I lived in at the time, but it seemed at the time the way of doing things. All change now though, I don't know if it's down to incommers from away of just a general change in attitudes. When I look back at when I was starting out, it appears it was towards the end of some sort of golden age when every other person used to be into shotguns or ferreting, and a handful of lurchers about the place and no-one needed to ask permission.The only thing that has remained constant is the sea fishing, and there seems to be a load more lurchers about here than there used to be. Maybe with the way things have gone over the years with the guns, some of that old free spirited attitude to hunting still exists around here, just with different tools to do the job..

 

[Guest cookiemonsterandmerlin]

MALT must admit living in rural wales is totally diffrent world use to work around brecon alot and the law and the locals have a good understanding of each other something that is lacking in our area.

 

ATB Cookie

Edited June 11, 2012 by cookiemonsterandmerlin

[asanley 1,009]

Ah the halcyon days of my childhood , the carefree long summer days wandering the bomb sites , the fun filled brick fights with the kids in the next street , the banter with the friendly nieghberhood bobby who liked to K.O 12 year old boys just for fun , oh how we laughed ,if you were hungry , the food was free as long as you could shoplift or even better fight a shoplifter .bliss

[GET THEM OUT (.)(.) 39]

Great. .

[morton 5,368]

I remember always being hungry,the family,s that knew how to harvest the seasons fared the best,snaring,ferreting soon became second nature,paddling the mud flaps in your trolleys waiting for the feel of flatty,s underfoot was sheer exhilaration,taking only enough eggs from ducks,pheasants,partridge and lapwings,to feed the family and leaving enough to let the birds breed was the norm.Harvesting fruit,some that was,nt in someones garden,wild strawberries along the railway lines,damsons and blackberries.Mushrooms,especially the giant horse mushrooms that could feed an whole family.The skeleton butt 410 that added rabbit,hare,pheasant duck and woodpigeon to the menu,i can still vividly remember shooting a roosting woody with the old bolt action garden gun,my dad bollocking me because i plucked it on the way back to were he was concealed,leaving a tell tale trail.The first running dog,a whippet,that became lethal on rabbits,the odd hare and had an uncanny knack of catching moorhens,that were totally inedible,nearly as inedible as shellducks shot on the estuary.The scrapes with landowners and keepers,sometimes the local bobby,who on the whole thought a clip round the ear or kick up the arse was suitable punishment.those days are long gone now,the political climate makes it almost impossible for me tolet the sons and grandsons tread the same paths.

[SEAN3513 7]

Im very thankful I was born and bred (as where my children) in rural cumbria , surrounded by open countryside, farms and fishing

 

Great educatiom along side school , wouldnt have swapped it for anything

[SEAN3513 7]

Plus there was only 3 channels on telly , no internet or playstations etc

 

But if there had of been , I would,still of chosen to be out and about

[paulus 26]

Plus there was only 3 channels on telly , no internet or playstations etc

 

But if there had of been , I would,still of chosen to be out and about

we were never in

[SEAN3513 7]

Us to , out first thing and back for tea , and it was usualy cold when we did eventualy go home