slickdicko 0 Posted May 7, 2008 Report Share Posted May 7, 2008 im so bored ive found myself playing video games like this one http://www.terragame.com/downloadable/hunt...ex_1_sort2.html what do you guys do this time of year ive been walking and walking then walking some more... i love this sun where having but dislike the time of year game wise! WHAT DO YOU DO TILL NEXT SEASON.. tried knitting dont work ..tried fishing but i suck and am to lazy to watch the float... :wallbash: Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Ditch_Shitter Posted May 7, 2008 Report Share Posted May 7, 2008 Just got in from a few hours out with the rifle. I've been staking out a feral cats den. Watched some birds, through the scope, while I sat by the gate post. Checked a nest or two for the BTO Nest Records Scheme. Filled my pockets with fir cones (Poor mans firelighters ). Found another den. Sussed out where a pair of Hooded Crows are nesting. Checked out what various creatures are up to and where. Generally chilled out in the extreme. Came home so relaxed, I sat here, took one look at my boarded up window and had an inspiration! Hopefully, it won't be too long and I'll be able to gaze out at the sun kissed fields again Now I'm enjoying a drop of cold Guinness. F*cking lovely! Quote Link to post Share on other sites
slickdicko 0 Posted May 7, 2008 Author Report Share Posted May 7, 2008 fuk me that sounds like hevan that mate!!.......i go down the bogs to shoot the rats watched some fit birds from the bushes through my shades. filled me pockets with dry horse shit cus i cant find pine cones. found two little hood rat kids in a new den while one was on the nest with a right ugly old crow. then i came home to a caged up house to stop the kids bricking my windows and had a two liter bottle of white lightning..........FEKIN HEAVEN.lol :D :D Quote Link to post Share on other sites
top terrierman 90 Posted May 7, 2008 Report Share Posted May 7, 2008 me two do a bit of fishing sit back have a few cans noting better in the hot wheather Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Ditch_Shitter Posted May 7, 2008 Report Share Posted May 7, 2008 White Lightening! Jesus f*cking wept! That and Graphite! Tastes like flat piss with CO2 shoved into it. 2Ltr bottle of that after five pints of ale at ye local? You Will piss the f*ckin bed! I know: Because I did that for for years! Got dried out and left it alone for eleven or twelve years. Now I do what what it says on the can: " Drink Responsibly " Must tell ye about a fantastic incident which occurred a long time ago in Portsmouth: I was on a bus, going to work, probably. Around mid day if so, and all dressed up in my uniform and tie. Couple of seats in front of me were a couple of guys. 'Tramps', basicly. One Irish, other might have been Scottish. And the one had this carrier bag in which I could see about four bottles of that white 'cider'. " Ye'll Love this place! " He enthused to his mate. " Me and all the lads get down here and f*ck it up with this kit here. Gets ye out of ye head! 'Victoria Park' this place is called. Ye'll Love it! ". Just then, the bus pulled in on the corner of Edinborough Rd. Just opposite the corner gate to the park. 75 yards from where the piss heads used to converge. With that, the two happy gentlemen stood up to disembark. I'll never forget the beeming enthusiam which the guide encouraged his new mate: " Right then; Let's get this show on the road! " An hour later, I'd have been hard at work. Fondly thinking of those two, swigging that shit and burbling as they lay on the sun drenched grass of Victoria Park Only they both likely died years ago. Spewing their own blood. In Portsmouth, the arse hole of that sewer called england. I'm here in Eire. Quietly enjoying a Guinness and looking out across sun drenched fields, where I'm free to carry a high powered rifle. I win Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Coney 3 Posted May 7, 2008 Report Share Posted May 7, 2008 Took the covers off my CCM R30 Supermoto checked the tyres, oil & brakes, took it down to the local petrol station,filled her up and gave her a jolly fecking good thrashing all the way up to Hartside cafe, priceless the next best thing to hunting ( apart from women & booze of course ). Cheers Coney. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
comanche 3,038 Posted May 7, 2008 Report Share Posted May 7, 2008 (edited) Cony I's jealous -mine don't go and DS I is really chuffed for you Edited May 7, 2008 by comanche Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Ditch_Shitter Posted May 7, 2008 Report Share Posted May 7, 2008 Comanche; All ye need is a nice touring bike that works and ye could be over here, seeing the fields I see and sharing a Guinness. (We don't get Manns Brown here ) It'll be more than ten. It may even happen before this summer ends. And I'm a man of my word Quote Link to post Share on other sites
slickdicko 0 Posted May 7, 2008 Author Report Share Posted May 7, 2008 ditch where in island are you i go to Scotland on a lads hunting hol every year and wanting to go somewhere different next year ..let me come and do your shit.... any holiday accommodation that caters for this?? and yes you won!!!lol Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Ditch_Shitter Posted May 7, 2008 Report Share Posted May 7, 2008 Slick; I'm in Co. Leitrim, mate. Gorgeous countryside - there's really nothing but countryside in Leitrim! Only f*cker is, as my local mate Dean O' and I were agreeing only this monday as we sat outside my cottage and surveyed the vista ~ as we've so often done: " Where the f*ck is the game round here?! There ought to be 'Life' out there. Yet there's Nothing. " And it's true. From my cottage I can survey the whole area. F*ck all ever moves out there. Badgers and cattle - in season - are about all that lives here. Cattle, badgers, pine martens. All equelly off the menu. Oh, and a few native hares. But we don't touch the hares here. That's why I amuse myself going after rats and crows. About all else there is. Doesn't bother me though. I just like being here and getting out amongst it all. There's so much more to do that try to kill things. This afters I found a pair of Bullfinches around their probable nest site. When did most people last see Bullfinches in the wild? Not many where I came from. Here I've rode down a lane and watched a flock of them move down the hedge before me. Bummer was discovering a Meadow Pipits nest I'd found has now been destroyed by my neighbour doing something on his tractor For some reason he'd had to tightly criss cross an entire field. Five eggs ..... Shit happens. They're pretty thick on the ground round here anyway. Personally, I'd like to see rabbits. I'm not certain we ever had rabbits. Few couldn't hurt though and we have the habitat for them. I'd, obviously, just have to shoulder the onerous task of keeping their numbers in check! But, seriously; For 'proper' Field Sports? The whole area around my own reach is a f*cking dust bowl. I've some time since concluded it's just been shot clean out by the roving 'Gun Club Boys' who I see prowling the roads with some hellishly powerful lamps and god only knows what calibre rifles. What can I do? Breed foxes? Release rabbits? Those guys would swing round and blow the f*ckin lot away the first dark and windy night we had. Their native lands, mate. Not for me to knock their ways. I'm just happy to be seeing out my days here and seeing what I do Quote Link to post Share on other sites
SNAP SHOT 194 Posted May 8, 2008 Report Share Posted May 8, 2008 i mainly spend the summer, with watery eye, sneezing, etc so i can't wait till sepember comes........i spend the season target shooting and getting my shit together, for the winter............... i love spending time at the range, lobbing rounds at distant targets. keeps you in check.........plus you know roughly what you can achieve come winter.......... Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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