Childhood Stories Hunting/countryside Related

[johnny boy68 11,726]

Johnny, I'm sat here in a quiet office pissing myself laughing. That's a great story!

 

Were these mountains snow covered? Even in summer? Or did these tracks work some other way?

No snow in the summer, I'll try and put a pic up to show you if I can find one.

[NEWKID 27,132]

I've spent my whole life on the coast in a rural location, so I grew up in the fields and on the shore. My granddad was an avid bird man, really into his natives and it seemed like he knew the name of every bird we ever saw when we used to go out for walks. We used to spend a lot of time out in the countryside, whether it was out getting moss for his hanging baskets or just out walking for the sake of it. My stepdad was an avid sea angler, air gunner, ferreter and rough shooter, so as I got older I started accompanying him out and about. I got my first fishing rod for my 7th birthday, and from that moment on I was hooked! Won my 3rd place in an angling competition when I was 10, and a few months later won a 1st place with a big flounder beating the adults who I was fishing against, much to their 'amusement!' My dad took me to many fishing spots over the years, many of them places like at the bottom of cliffs where knowing the right route was essential to prevent a serious mishap, and other places where you had to be very mindful of the state of the tide to avoid being cut off. With that in mind, I've grown up with a healthy respect of the sea which I still have and will do my best to pass on to my kids..

Fishing was my first love Malt, I would spend all my time on the river bank, beach or as I grew older charter boat...

 

We had a 15ft rib ( fibre glass hull, inflatable sides) with a 25hp on the back, we would drag it down the back field and launch it in the river, it was about 5 miles to the sea down the river, you'd have to get the tide right ( we messed up a few times and had to get out and push the boat off sand bars) then it was a nice run... We'd fish till the next tide then come back up river, normally you'd have mackerel, pollack, gurnard etc... Pull the boat into the back garden then the fish would go on the BBQ

Happy days

[Malt 379]

Awesome! My dad had a punt which was moored down at the harbour in Tenby. I remember once we were spinning for mackerel off the south beach, about a mile and a half from the harbour when my brothers mate who was with us caught his feathers round the prop of the little seagull engine he had and it wouldn't start again. My dad had to row all the way back against the tide, by the time he got back he had blisters all over his backside! He swore blind that that would be the last time that particular mate of my brother ever came out in the boat with him and he bloody meant it!

[johnny boy68 11,726]

Johnny, I'm sat here in a quiet office pissing myself laughing. That's a great story!

 

Were these mountains snow covered? Even in summer? Or did these tracks work some other way?

Heres the mountain we used to slide down, if you look closely you can see the grooves in the mountain we would slide down and after a few days of kids sliding down they'd get really fast.

[johnny boy68 11,726]

My older brothers and their mates were a bit more up for shit than us and used to ride these buckets from the level to the colliery, about a mile long and in places you'd be high as feck. Frightening now looking back at it.

[socks 32,253]

Did any of you lads ever go wimberry picking when the season was in and sell them by the pint to all the old dears to make tart ??? .....

[johnny boy68 11,726]

Did any of you lads ever go wimberry picking when the season was in and sell them by the pint to all the old dears to make tart ??? .....

Still do socks.

[johnny boy68 11,726]

A blast from the past our under 10/11's(not sure) mini rugby team, the back row were our forwards.

 

I'm one of the handsome ones in the front row.

[Kay 3,709]

Born & bred in a small mining village , i was lucky enough to remember the old pit head as a small child , it was pretty much all gone by around 75ish ... but I remember sliding down the old pit mound on a tin tray & getting covered in this waxy black muddy stuff that my mother couldnt wash out.. wash days were a twin tub with a mangle on top of it

 

I also love the smell of whites being boiled on the gas stove , My dad worked 3 shifts all his working life , but i was pretty much welded to his side as a child when he wasnt at work , we walked the canals & the mineral lines , saw loads of stuff, I remember hearing my first cuckoo out with my dad I was about 8 i guess

 

I remember going with him to collect blue engineering bricks from along side the old disused canal , we had a huge garden with fruit trees & a big veg plot , would live on raw peas & broard beans , I also remember my dad breeding rabbits for the pot ....

 

Countryside as far as my eye could see .... bike rides in the hot summer along the lanes & blackberry picking , i also remember my first kiss . a lad called lance taylor ... he had thrown a half ender at me as i peddled past him , so i must have gobbed off & he chased me

 

I wish life was as simple as that now.. lovely memories of a perfect childhood .... thanks dad

[romany52 313]

I was 8 when I started ferreting, brought up in a south Derbyshire village. By the time I was 11 there was a few of us going,anyway I met this lad from the next village when I moved up to secondary school. He was a right comedian, his name was Fred, that was funny for a start as in them days everybody was called Michael, John, Stewart or Christopher. That and the fact that on the first day at secondary school he was the only kid, ever to turn up in short trousers! Made him a laughing stock from the start. Fred wanted to come ferreting with me and a couple of mates, so we went to do some local railway banks, now Fred being Fred had to do some brook jumping on the way. The inevitable happened and he ended up with wet feet! I've had a brainwave said Fred! if I put my socks on the railway line, the weight of the train will wring them out so well, they'll be dry! We thought the idea daft and that it was doomed to fail, but Fred insisted he would prove us wrong. So , nice and neatly went the socks on the line, we waited and waited........and waited! no train so we started to head home, Fred had no sooner retrieved his socks, when , you've guessed it! we heard the train coming, so we all ran back, Fred hastily slapped his wet socks on the line, we got there just in time to see the first set of wheels go over Fred's socks! We never found out if they were dry or not because they stuck to the wheel and f****d off with the train, never to be seen again!

[pip1968 2,490]

when i started to get into hunting around 12 yrs of age we used to shoot rats with pellet guns on a path that ran between a set of woods.now this path was dimly lit as some of the lights had been shot anyway the women who went to the bingo had to walk this path and they always used to huddle together because sometimes rats woud run out in front of them and they would start to scream,we picked up on this and decided to lay in wait for them with a lad each side of the path holding fishing line attached to a dead rat at both ends as soon as the women were near enough the rat got pulled out and they would scream and try to get around it, then the rat got tugged back and cut them off in the end they would walk the long way around it was some fun untill we done it to some lad who had a reputation on are estate he was froze to the spot and he heard me laughing in the bush an sent a boot in right in the face and then grabbed me by the neck

[Malt 379]

I've had a brainwave said Fred! if I put my socks on the railway line, the weight of the train will wring them out so well, they'll be dry! We thought the idea daft and that it was doomed to fail, but Fred insisted he would prove us wrong. So , nice and neatly went the socks on the line, we waited and waited........and waited! no train so we started to head home, Fred had no sooner retrieved his socks, when , you've guessed it! we heard the train coming, so we all ran back, Fred hastily slapped his wet socks on the line, we got there just in time to see the first set of wheels go over Fred's socks! We never found out if they were dry or not because they stuck to the wheel and f****d off with the train, never to be seen again!

:laugh:

[micky 3,325]

A good few years ago now i used to go rabbiting on a farm close to Thrapston, i used drive my jeep down an old concrete track and park up near an old barn and some pigstys, in the barn were some turkeys what owner was getting ready for xmas, well it was ten days before xmas and me and my mate went ferriting there,i drove down the track and out of sight of the road there was a blue comma van,he was driving to the road and had come off of the concrete and was stuck in the plough, ipulled up a small built Irishman jumped out with a top of the morning and all the rest of that dibble dabble talk ,i pulled him out and he tried to give me a few bob but i refused, later on the farmer came down with two coppers and a copper asked me if i had seen anyone about, i said no only the irish man who was stuck and i towed him out ,the farmer went purple ,YOU DONE f***ing WHAT , the paddy had had his turkeys and pigs , the farmer was going crazy and it got worse when he saw one of the coppers having a chuckle.

[johnny boy68 11,726]

You could always tell the miners in our village, they always had a fire in. It can't of been healthy growing up in all that smoke though.

 

A bit cleaner air these days.

[Lab 10,979]

I was 8 when I started ferreting, brought up in a south Derbyshire village. By the time I was 11 there was a few of us going,anyway I met this lad from the next village when I moved up to secondary school. He was a right comedian, his name was Fred, that was funny for a start as in them days everybody was called Michael, John, Stewart or Christopher. That and the fact that on the first day at secondary school he was the only kid, ever to turn up in short trousers! Made him a laughing stock from the start. Fred wanted to come ferreting with me and a couple of mates, so we went to do some local railway banks, now Fred being Fred had to do some brook jumping on the way. The inevitable happened and he ended up with wet feet! I've had a brainwave said Fred! if I put my socks on the railway line, the weight of the train will wring them out so well, they'll be dry! We thought the idea daft and that it was doomed to fail, but Fred insisted he would prove us wrong. So , nice and neatly went the socks on the line, we waited and waited........and waited! no train so we started to head home, Fred had no sooner retrieved his socks, when , you've guessed it! we heard the train coming, so we all ran back, Fred hastily slapped his wet socks on the line, we got there just in time to see the first set of wheels go over Fred's socks! We never found out if they were dry or not because they stuck to the wheel and f****d off with the train, never to be seen again!

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Heres a fishing one for you Malt.....hope its true. I also come from a small mining village and in many of the pubs they had wee clubs and such. Well one of the clubs was a fishing one. So the story goes theres a group of guys out on the boat.....one of the older lads hooks a fish and fighting with it reeling it in his false teeth fell out and went overboard. All the guys on the boat are in f***ing stitches. A while later another guy hooks and lands a fish and for a joke takes out his false teeth and sticks it in the fishes mouth and says "Would you believe it, this fish has your teeth in its mooth!!!".................In the blink of an eye the old guy grabs the teeth and puts them in his mouth...not a second goes by when he takes them out and launches them out in to the water saying "there no ma f***ing teeth!!!",.....