D Brian Plummer

[the_stig 6,614]

It has just come to me and sorry for being late..but this john fellow is a goon anti for sure.. :yes:

how late

[Millet 4,497]

Infact i might know internet Wise who the daft c.unt is..

[Millet 4,497]

 

It has just come to me and sorry for being late..but this john fellow is a goon anti for sure.. :yes:

how late

Not been on for a bit sorry..

[the_stig 6,614]

Infact i might know internet Wise who the daft c.unt is..

he`ll be gone in the morning when paulus reads his bit

[Marvel 469]

I give up! sorry for starting this but Brian and Mr Hancock do NOT deserve the crap they are getting! I hunted with Brian (yes I did) as a lot of us have! and he was ok, he was very very kind to me, we hunted in Caithness with him and when he moved to Abington (South West Scotland) we hunted with him there. When you get criticised you tend to lash out a bit and name names when on reflection that makes me sound a bit of a c**t! I may be a c**t but i have hunted with Brian, I also have dogs which are Punch's line, for which I also get a lot of stick, but lets face it there's not many on this site hunt, so!

 

Have you hunted with brian by any chance

[baw 4,360]

BAW. CAN TELL A TALE

 

A passion for Catapults by J Darcy

 

Laying in the early morning heather in the tummel valley, waiting on the egg-yolk-yellow rays of the morning sun to give the dawn foliage a gilt of veneer... I could see the mist rising from the river Gary beneath. Thinking to myself, I really need to finish that book 'Ferox trout fishing the experts way' when I suddenly had a bowel movement. With no time to lose I dug deep and threw well back..... Crouching over the hand dug hole, I noticed how lovely the flora was hidden under the heather. I quickly jotted down the header 'forgotten flora under working dogs feet' (due out July) when I was abruptly interrupted by a loud clattering noise. The sound echoed around the hills in an eerie battle of strength. I know that sound I thought, its like the sound I heard in 'of dogs and deer'. I hastily buttoned my cords and began using my skills I wrote about in 'A passion for stalking' armed only with my trusty catty and 3 ball bearings, how I wish I was was more armed like I was in 'Advanced Airgun Hunting'. As I stealthy crept over a small hillock, camera poised (a passion for photography due November) I found mysell staring into the eyes of 2 red stags. As I tried to get a quick photo for 'Red stags and the Bedligton whippet' they lowered there heads and looked at me menacingly. I dropped the camera, grabbed my catty, fired 2 ball bearings at once. One graced the knee of the majestic beast rendering it to my mercy, the other took out both eyes of its foe which I quickly dispatched with my remaining ball bearing

[paulus 26]

 

Infact i might know internet Wise who the daft c.unt is..

he`ll be gone in the morning when paulus reads his bit

you know me so well :laugh:

[baw 4,360]

 

 

 

Infact i might know internet Wise who the daft c.unt is..

he`ll be gone in the morning when paulus reads his bit

you know me so well :laugh:

I don't think he knew you were a mod. Did he say he hunted with Plummer?

[paulus 26]

 

 

 

 

Infact i might know internet Wise who the daft c.unt is..

he`ll be gone in the morning when paulus reads his bit

you know me so well :laugh:

I don't think he knew you were a mod. Did he say he hunted with Plummer?

he may of mentioned the fact once or twice

[baw 4,360]

thought he did, couldn't mind though

[BORDERSCOT 3,816]

So, who actually hunts on this site...

[baw 4,360]

I was lamping last night, dunno if it was hunting or a walk with the dogs by light

[paulus 26]

So, who actually hunts on this site...

fook that its raining

[paulus 26]

 

BAW. CAN TELL A TALE

 

A passion for Catapults by J Darcy

 

Laying in the early morning heather in the tummel valley, waiting on the egg-yolk-yellow rays of the morning sun to give the dawn foliage a gilt of veneer... I could see the mist rising from the river Gary beneath. Thinking to myself, I really need to finish that book 'Ferox trout fishing the experts way' when I suddenly had a bowel movement. With no time to lose I dug deep and threw well back..... Crouching over the hand dug hole, I noticed how lovely the flora was hidden under the heather. I quickly jotted down the header 'forgotten flora under working dogs feet' (due out July) when I was abruptly interrupted by a loud clattering noise. The sound echoed around the hills in an eerie battle of strength. I know that sound I thought, its like the sound I heard in 'of dogs and deer'. I hastily buttoned my cords and began using my skills I wrote about in 'A passion for stalking' armed only with my trusty catty and 3 ball bearings, how I wish I was was more armed like I was in 'Advanced Airgun Hunting'. As I stealthy crept over a small hillock, camera poised (a passion for photography due November) I found mysell staring into the eyes of 2 red stags. As I tried to get a quick photo for 'Red stags and the Bedligton whippet' they lowered there heads and looked at me menacingly. I dropped the camera, grabbed my catty, fired 2 ball bearings at once. One graced the knee of the majestic beast rendering it to my mercy, the other took out both eyes of its foe which I quickly dispatched with my remaining ball bearing

[nothernlite 18,076]

 

BAW. CAN TELL A TALE

 

A passion for Catapults by J Darcy

 

Laying in the early morning heather in the tummel valley, waiting on the egg-yolk-yellow rays of the morning sun to give the dawn foliage a gilt of veneer... I could see the mist rising from the river Gary beneath. Thinking to myself, I really need to finish that book 'Ferox trout fishing the experts way' when I suddenly had a bowel movement. With no time to lose I dug deep and threw well back..... Crouching over the hand dug hole, I noticed how lovely the flora was hidden under the heather. I quickly jotted down the header 'forgotten flora under working dogs feet' (due out July) when I was abruptly interrupted by a loud clattering noise. The sound echoed around the hills in an eerie battle of strength. I know that sound I thought, its like the sound I heard in 'of dogs and deer'. I hastily buttoned my cords and began using my skills I wrote about in 'A passion for stalking' armed only with my trusty catty and 3 ball bearings, how I wish I was was more armed like I was in 'Advanced Airgun Hunting'. As I stealthy crept over a small hillock, camera poised (a passion for photography due November) I found mysell staring into the eyes of 2 red stags. As I tried to get a quick photo for 'Red stags and the Bedligton whippet' they lowered there heads and looked at me menacingly. I dropped the camera, grabbed my catty, fired 2 ball bearings at once. One graced the knee of the majestic beast rendering it to my mercy, the other took out both eyes of its foe which I quickly dispatched with my remaining ball bearing

brilliant you should do a book on lochs and castle of scotland baw :laugh: