Apparently Google has its knickers all in a twist over those cunts in the Eu and some shite about cookies. Frankly if they are biscuits then I will eat them, if you are concerned about this then fuck off somewhere else and read something else.

Thursday, 29 May 2008


I did!

So it rained

That didnt stop my youngest and I enjoying an evening stalking in the woods. We were withing shooting distance on 3 occaisions of a big herd of Fallow but sadly no Roe. I think the lad enjoyed himself;

Still all wasnt lost, on the way back to the car he saw a couple of rabbits sat in the field munching on grass, I asked him if he thought he could hit one of them (they were less than 15 yards away) and his answer was to pull the trigger and miss! Amazingly they stayed put, perhaps they were in as much shock as I was, after all 7.62 x 39 isnt quiet. He bagged one and as can be seen here he was ever so slightly pleased with himself;

Wednesday, 28 May 2008

The egg banjo, food of gods

Now I'm sure many of you would have heard of this especially if you have soldiers in your family. This is the food of gods, I sometimes feel I was cheated during my service as I was never mechanised and subsequently having to carry everything on my back I missed out on the delights of fingerprints of OMD 80 on my issue bread.

I did however do just enough tours in NI to experience the delight that is the banjo.

This morning having drunkenly purchased the last goose egg in the farm shop (it was our wedding anniversary) I decided that to get my eldest out of bed we would share this monster banjo

The egg was the size of the old issue L2 Hand Grenade, I hope it doesnt do a similar amount of damage?

Yes it is rather good isnt it? I dropped this one into an ommelette pan and got on with it,

I prepared the bread sadly not RAOC dated thursday and still frozen in the middle regardless of what day it is.

The Yolk was about the size of a saucer so the egg had to be turned,

This left the actual delivery to the bread bit, we split ours and contrary to some comments it was a runny yolk.

Having watched the F word last night I fancy an Ostrich egg next!

Monday, 26 May 2008

Broadlands, a very nice gaffe as they say, the 14th Hampshire Country Fair

I was there in 82, much more recently at the last CLA fair to be held there and again this bank holiday weekend.
Well all doom and gloom on the way down as we had terrible weather but we dropped the stuff of and went home ready for an early start.
We set up in light drizzle on Sunday morning, did rather well and saw lots of friends;

Setting up I thought we should have been selling wellies and raincoats but by early afternoon we should have been selling ice creams;

We packed up last night and headed home home hoping that we wouldn't have too many dramas in the morning, sadly at 0700 this was the sight that met us at the exhibitors entrance;

2 and 3/4 hours of waiting and the organisers pulled the plug, sadly the water didnt drain away and this afternoon as I sit in my sunlit office typing this up am ever so thankful to my darling wife who didnt lose her sense of humour throughout;

Friday, 23 May 2008

The Birthday Buck

I know a very nice couple in Warwickshire, Tim and his lovely wife whose name escapes me as do most, and Tim and I worked on the same project for a while. Tim was taking up stalking when I arrived and last year his birtday present turned out to be a Red Stag.

This year I'll let Tim tell the story;

Occasionally something happens that makes me think the Romans might have been right….

My birthday falls in the middle of May. Taking a leaf out of a friend’s book, I had decided to be up and out on one of my shoots by dawn on my birthday, to stalk Roe, especially as I knew that one of my birthday presents was going to be a Roesack. Is there a better way to start a birthday if you are a deer stalker?

As the appointed day drew closer, my wife decided that she wanted to come with me.

At this point, let me digress slightly, and introduce you to my wife. To put it simply, she is a deerstalker’s dreams come true.

Whilst I stalk deer with a .243 rifle, she stalks deer (and other wildlife) with a digital SLR camera. I announce that I’m going to get up at 4am to go stalking – likely the answer will be ‘can I come too?’ While I am getting the gun and ammo out of the cabinet, a flask of coffee is being prepared. Sometime later, I shoot a deer, but don’t have a roesack with me – she’ll be running to help me get the deer and my kit back to the car. I arrive home with a deer that I haven’t yet gralloched, because my shoot is only a few minutes drive from home - she’ll be helping me with the gralloch, skinning and butchering and disposal of the waste. She loves venison, provided it’s cooked at the most rare, preferably blue. Not the average wife I would suggest. Get the picture?

Back to the story….

As the appointed day approached, the weather man changed his plan for the day from being a reasonably fair day to rain. Not something to exactly maximise my enthusiasm. Strange how when they forecast rain, they’re usually right….

4 am, the alarm dragged me toward wakefulness. As I leaned over to ask my wife how she was, the reply came back ‘had a lousy night – hardly slept’. At that point, I felt the prospects weren’t exactly the best they could be, so I said ‘OK, perhaps we’ll forget it and go back to sleep then’. A firm reply came back ‘No – we’re definitely going’. ‘Oh, okay then!’

‘Do you want your presents now or later?’ she asked. I thought about it, but decided on the later option – my confidence in getting a Roe in the rain wasn’t exactly high, and I just wanted to get to the shoot as early as possible.

So we dragged ourselves out of bed, and headed for the kitchen for a quick coffee and bowl of cereal. As I looked out of the window, it didn’t look as if it was raining, and my spirits rallied somewhat. As I got the rifle etc out, my wife made the flask of coffee.

It felt very cold for a morning in May, so more layers of clothing than normal for the time of the year were the order of the day.

Normally when I shoot at this particular farm, I don’t take my sticks. The nature of the terrain is such that in most places that I see Roe, I have worked out suitable safe lines of fire to use the bipod on the rifle for that additional accuracy to be able to shoot at longer ranges. But for some strange reason, this particular morning I grabbed the sticks – which are the telescopic type. Why did I grab them? I’ll never know….

As we walked out to the car, laden with rifle, sticks and a load of photographic gear, spirits tumbled again somewhat – it was very definitely raining.

The shoot is about 350 acres of rolling farmland, mixed arable / sheep pasture, but doesn’t have any real woodland on it. However, the farm next door does have a wood which is teeming with Roe, and of course, they do stray onto my shoot, and by this time of the year, are frequently to be found living in the growing crops. I had been watching a yearling buck a few nights before, and had decided I was going to go to that part of the farm where I had seen him.

My wife’s original plan had been to go to the wood on the next farm, where she has permission to photograph, but I don’t have permission to shoot, so that we would be well separated for the usual safety reasons.

As we drove to the farm, she decided to change her plan, and come to the same place as me, partly because there was some tree cover to shelter form the rain, and partly because the place where I intended to be could have deer approach from any direction. Then, we could be next to each other, watching in opposite directions. I admitted to her that I didn’t expect to see many Roe out in this weather.

We arrived at the farm just as the light was sufficient to see where we were going, and the rain seemed to be getting heavier. As we walked down the track toward the chosen location, I was extending the legs of my sticks. One telescoped and locked okay. To my annoyance the other telescoped but would not lock. The countryside seemed devoid of its normal early morning birdsong, to be replaced by the sound of rain falling on my hat. Spirits falling still further…..

As we walked, the rain seemed to be getting heavier, then my wife changed back to her original plan, to go to the wood on the neighbouring farm. Accordingly, with a whispered farewell along the lines of ‘ring me on the mobile if you get fed up, too cold or too wet’, our paths parted.

To get to where I wanted to be, I could have continued walking along the track we were currently on although another 100 yards or so along the track my wife would turn off left onto another track toward the wood. But the wind direction dictated that I should strike off to the right and walk round the far edge of a field sown with rape. Murphy’s Law, the field border was up to my knees in grass. And, it was very wet grass.

After 40 yds of trudging through the long grass, my cammo trouser legs were thoroughly soaked, and my lower legs getting rapidly very cold. The thought of continuing like this for the best part of another half a mile, then sitting waiting for an hour or two to see if a Roe appeared made an instant decision. Turn back, and take the alternative, albeit less preferred route down the original track to my intended ambush point.

As I moved slowly down the track, I glanced across to my left, to see my wife some 150 yards down the other track to the left leading to the wood. She was standing stock still. That only meant one thing – she was watching something. As the grass where she was standing was also up to her knees that ruled out foxes, hares and rabbits.

A dark shape was about 50 yards or so beyond her, on the edge of the wheat crop. Another dark shape was against the hedge. A quick look through the binoculars confirmed a pair of Roe – a buck with very thin antlers, and what I assumed was his doe! Both looked like probably yearlings at that range.

At that moment it seemed to stop raining, and my legs no longer seemed wet or cold. It didn’t stop raining, but as usual, the stalking instinct kicked in with the turbocharger, as all senses, every muscle in my body, and my brain focussed on one goal – getting close enough to that Roe to take it. Hence, that fact that it was still raining quite heavily slipped completely out of my awareness.

I decided to put the bins inside my jacket, and not use them again, to minimise movement that might be spotted by the Roe.

To try to describe the options for a shot, the scenario was as follows. Range to Roe about 200+ yards. My wife 150 yards in front of me almost in a direct line of fire. Grass up to my knees. No backstop behind the Roe if I had been able to get a shot off the rifle bipod – which was impossible due to the depth of the grass. The only plus factors were that the wind was blowing my scent and sound away from the Roe, and the light was still relatively poor, with the cloud and falling rain.

Only one option – get at least level with my wife, and take a shot off the sticks. What a joy that I had brought them!

Every time the Roe but his head down, I moved one or two paces. As usual, those 150 yards to where my wife stood seemed like a mile. God bless her, she remained absolutely motionless. As I reached about 50 yards from her, the Roe started watching me much more intently, with that characteristic sideways movements of the head that indicated that he had seen something that possibly shouldn’t be there, but hadn’t yet quite decided whether it was a threat to him or not.

20 yards of my single paces further, and he turned around and slowly walked off away from me, the doe following him. That most dreaded view of 2 light coloured Roe rumps! ‘Stop, damn you’ I muttered silently to myself.

I kept going slowly. Eventually, they, and I stopped. I was about 10 yards behind my wife. Very slowly she looked round as she heard my approach, with a knowing look on her face. Slowly, slowly, I kept moving forward every time the Roe put his head down. When I was level with her I whispered ‘Can I take him?’. ‘Of course’ came the sibilant reply.

I suddenly realised I hadn’t put a round in the breech, and cursed inwardly.

Slowly, I set up the sticks, then very slowly moved the rifle off my shoulder. Working the bolt at the slowest speed I have ever moved it, keeping my finger on the round for as long as I could to steady it, there still came that inevitable point where the round finally stripped off the magazine, and rattled its way into the breech. It sounded like someone was jumping up and down on a corrugated steel roof. Luckily the Roe didn’t seem to hear either it, or the much more subdued click as I applied the safety.

At another interminably slow speed, I raised the rifle onto the sticks, flipping open the scope covers. Perhaps I ought to explain that my rifle has a T8 moderator on it, so it is very heavy at the muzzle end.

The Roe was now square on to me – the perfect shot – but very definitely watching me.

Just as I got my eye to the scope, one leg of the sticks dropped by about 4 inches. Cursing inwardly again – I had forgotten about the failure to lock on the telescopic section. I adjusted my position, crouching down slightly, and moved the crosshairs. Again the leg dropped another 3 inches. How I managed not to curse loudly I will never know, but I took my left hand off the sticks, and decided to give some support to the fore end of the rifle. Now I know that’s not what we are supposed to do, but I just couldn’t risk the idea of the stick dropping again.

Crouching into what seemed an impossible stance, the crosshairs again came to bear on the shoulder of the buck. But they weren’t as steady as I would have liked – too much wavering due to not being able to lock my stance properly. Decision time – it was now or never – the Roe was still watching me intently.

With my heart pounding in my ears like the drums of the band of the Royal Marines, I thumbed off the safety, put my finger on the trigger and slowly increased the pressure.


A hit!

The buck leapt in the air, then made off into the depth of the wheat, followed closely by his doe.

This time I cursed aloud – had I gut shot him, or was he just charged up on adrenaline? My heart fell back into the dungeons of despair, at the though of a long follow up through a wheat crop.

20 yards later, the buck disappeared from view into the crop, but the doe kept going for another 20 yards or so before she stopped and looked back.

Joy returned to my heart, as my wife looked at me and quietly said “I was wondering if you were ever going to take the shot!”

As we walked toward where the buck had fallen, the Doe watched us.

The buck was about 10 yards into the wheat, and a quick touch to the eyeball confirmed his passing. A small exit wound on the shoulder, and no horrible smell confirmed that the shot was good. The thin antlers and general body build confirmed a youngster – possibly a yearling. The gralloch would later confirm the bullet went straight through the heart (although I have to confess I do like those shots that do drop the deer on the spot whilst leaving the heart intact – roast Roe heart is a firm favourite in our house!).

Well, the fact that his brief flight was fuelled by adrenaline at least meant a reasonably swift death, albeit that the presence of huge amounts of adrenaline in his bloodstream might cause the venison to be just that bit tougher than if he had been completely oblivious to my presence.
The Doe kept moving away, circling round us, and watching, and I do have to admit to feeling somewhat sorry for her, as she looked for her mate. Still, she had plenty of time to find another one before the rut!

As my wife said “You were lucky – I was just on the point of deciding I was bored with standing watching them when I heard you!”, I suddenly noticed it was still raining… and my legs were cold and wet….

As home is only a 15 minute drive away, and we were only 5 minutes walk from the car, we decided to take the Roe home and gralloch it in the dry and light, on the hoist in the garage. My wife turned to me and said ‘Put the deer on my shoulders, then you pick up all the kit – which included her photographic rucksack, camera tripod, and the rifle butt style attachment I had made for her camera. It was a close thing as to which was the easier to carry – the weight of the Roe or all the various bits of kit!

In a state of elation we headed back to the car, and arrived home long before most people were even thinking of getting out of their beds.

Quickly gralloching the buck, we opted for a break for a breakfast of coffee and croissants.

As we talked over the croissants, the ‘what if’s’ passed through my mind…

….If my wife hadn’t decided to come with me despite being very tired from lack of sleep, or she had stuck with her revised plan of going to the same place as I planned to go to, I would never have known the Roe were there in that particular field.

….If it hadn’t been raining, my spirits may have been somewhat lighter, but I would have continued round the edge of the rape field, and not gone back to the track, and not chanced to see my wife watching the Roe.

…If I hadn’t taken the sticks there would not have been a shot possible.

…If I had decided to open my birthday cards and presents before setting off, the 10 or 15 minutes delay might just have been the point where the Roe decided they had browsed enough of that hedge and crop, and it was time to move on.

Was it just that hunter’s instinct that we all take for granted when everything just goes well, or was someone ‘watching over me’ on my birthday?

‘Maybe there must be a God of Hunting’ I observed to my wife ‘Maybe the Romans had it right after all…’

After butchering the deer and packing it in the freezer, we feasted on superb roast haunch of Roe that night, accompanied by a very nice red wine.

The toast at the dinner table that night was ‘To Diana – the God of Hunting!’ (And we also toasted Bacchus for his help with the wine!).
Maybe the Romans did have some things right after all……

here is the proof of the pudding;

What an amazing night last night was

I went to a wood over in West Sussex where I know a family group of Roe reside. A client had complained that the high seats needed moving so I took along an able assistant. We moved one further back from the wall of green jungle and set of to find a suitable spot to set another up.

I was explaining that this area we were approaching was favourite for the deer to lie up in when movement caught my eyes.

We both saw the ears twitching and through the dense cover of about 30 yards I could see no antlers. "Doe" I hissed, we stood for 10 minutes whilst she flicked her ears trying to get the flies away but she wouldnt look at us so we could confirm she was definetly not a buck. I reached for my buttolo caller

We watched as she kept looking to see where the squeeking "FI FI" came from. I said to Damian, "Watch this!" and gave the fawn in distress call and up the doe sprang and ran towards us. She was less than 10 feet away when she realised she had been duped and turned allowing us to see her magnificent summer coat.

My only regret was not having a camera in my hand. I expected the still hidden Buck to react but his barking amazed the both of us, length and loudness! Of course he wouldnt show himself, later this year for him as when the rut starts he will have competition.

On a final note for today I would like to congratulate Manchester United Football Team for such a nail biting finish to the Champions League and commiserations to Chelski.

Thanks to Jeremy for this:

Thursday, 22 May 2008

Hampshire Country Fair

This weekend I will mainly be flogging dog training equipment at the afore mentioned show
It should prove to be a good one as its on the sunday and monday of this coming Bank Holiday weekend so after taking a client out this evening I will be thoroughly enmeshed in dog training!

Wednesday, 21 May 2008

Wading through work and dealing with the odd

Enquiry, my family have seemed to forgotten that I am in an office working and that they cant just come and bug me willy nilly as if I was at home.

However my wife can keep sending me little Gems like this one;

Whilst the world seems bent on filling the internet with moans about the cost of fuel and no Biped, I havent filled my truck with red derv yet, some people are asking why the one eyed git in no. 10 is insistent on keeping duty on fuel so high when no one will be able to drive to work soon?

I on the other hand have been deeply moved by one chaps attempt to ressurect the 37mm canon for infantry use, sounds like a non starter but will be fun getting nowhere!

In the meantime with inflation rising and wages staying put or falling the old WW2 posters start to come into their own, dig for victory etc, we have planted some veggies in our back garden. This conversion amused me greatly especially in light of the cost to travel on trains seems too high nowadays!

So from this;

to this;

Says it all really!

Monday, 19 May 2008

First day back at work and yes I know

Posting already, but its lunchtime and I wonder if your office has the same ambience as mine?

I'm sat here transcribing data from plans onto spreadsheets, a crap job I have been told but the conditions make up for it, I can hear my waterfall outside, I also know the tea lady!

There are a few entertainment bits kicking around for my collection of Dads Army videos and I can always look at the wall when I bored;

Followed by a sarnie in the garden with the waterfall, dogs and sundry family members, TTFN I'm off for tiffin!

Friday, 16 May 2008

I dont normally do on this day but

1943: 19 aircraft of 617 Squadron, specially formed from some of the most experienced crews in Bomber Command, took off in the evening for Operation Chastise - an attempt to attack the Ruhr dams using Barnes Wallis' novel "bouncing bomb" - codenamed Upkeep. The delivery of the weapon, designed to skip over defensive anti-torpedo nets in the reservoirs and come to rest against the dam walls, required precision low flying over water at only sixty feet at night. Of the 19 Lancasters, five crashed or were shot down en route to the target at low level. A sixth was badly damaged and had to return home, as did another aircraft which was unable to find a dam in misty weather. However, five crews led by Wing Commander Gibson successfully breached the Mohne Dam, in the face of significant anti-aircraft fire. Gibson, his own bomb already used, then led three other crews to the Eder Dam, which was also breached. Three more aircraft bombed the Sorpe and Schwelme Dams, but were unable to breach them. On the way home, a further three Lancasters were lost; a total of 8 out of 19, with 53 aircrew killed and three captured. Gibson was awarded the Victoria Cross. The two dams breached contained between them 370 million tons of water, and were important suppliers of water and hydro-electric power for the German industrial heartland. The long-term effects of the destruction and disruption caused by the huge floods have perhaps been exaggerated on occasion, but the raid was nevertheless recognised as a very significant achievement, despite the high losses.
With thanks to Mr FM for this post

Wednesday, 14 May 2008

What to buy next?

I feel I shall keep my love affair with classics and CZ's going. I am looking at what rifles to buy and I have my eye on a CZ527FS in .223, a CZ 550 in 22.250 and a CZ550FS in .243. I am also tempted to get another .308 or a European calibre such as 9mm. Oh decisions decisions. At least I have a friendly RFD who will help me out of some cash here!

I will be getting that Swedish sportered carbine in 6.5 this month so another trip to the RFD to look at more of these is in order.

I just need to fund some nice glass for these, I suspect that most will be teaching rifles so will end up with german glass in 4X42 or similar!

Tuesday, 13 May 2008

Where do we start

In this case its when do we start, friday to be exact, I'm heading off to the clients office to pick up my work for the next 3 months.
At long last but dont worry the agency decided to add a mess you around factor at the last minute and attempted to lower my rate.
"But you wont be commuting" whined the agent. "I wont be using the firms IT or electricity either!" I replied.
What a bunch of urine takers, trying to rate rape me without the benefit of alcohol!
Now as things are slowly taking off with training courses coming in a couple a month, my range rifles being sold off (ostensibly to raise funds and two finger to the UKNRA, in reality to create room for more sporting rifles) I feel that a permanent post somewhere less stressful than a projects office is a distinct possibility.
I fancy a local or regional govt job (lets face it they are pretty poorly paid but I'm sure I will have the time for fundraising activities), anything that after a summer of being able to feed the pheasants at either end of the day and still get out of bed at 7 am has to be a bonus.
On the pheasant front there are moves afoot to buy in eggs and incubate and rear our own, that will be interesting. I think I'll order some poults in just in case!
The UKNRA is busy sending its information packs out to club secretaries asking for another £20 per member as if the affiliation fees and range fees arent already enough. More back door fund raising for something that is unneccesary in law, Landmarc who run the MoD ranges dont seem to be interested in civilian shooting anyway.
The funniest thing mentioned in the UKNRA blurb is the fact that on open days rifles for guests will be zeroed by UKNRA approved coaches. Ok at face value, in reality it sort of works because of one to one coaching but as a practise it is deplorable. Rifles can only really be zeroed for the person shooting that rifle at that time. This is evident when I take a client stalking, they have to prove to me they have zeroed the rifle or I assist them in doing so!
Not difficult really but just goes to show what a bunch of wasters of oxygen sit in salaried posts at what was after all Mecca to many of us.
Now if shooters decide not to pay a penny to the NRA this year then the NRA and its flimsy finances will fail.
What a disaster I hear? Not at all as then the association could start again with its charter for defence and this time be run for its members rather than for its board!
Perhaps the SRA could step in as it has many more members than the NRA and it could take over the charter, lets face it they couldnt do a worse job could they?

Monday, 12 May 2008

Saturday, 10 May 2008

Another new client

Yesterday I had the privelige of taking another ARRSSER on an introductory stalk.

Biped (for it is he) came to my wood for the training, passed the shoot and stalking phase then we went on an evening stalk in one of our woods where we have recently been seeing a lot of Roebucks.

I dropped of Damian on a spot we know as the hump, it covers a slope literally a blanket of bluebells. He sat there with his iffy foot whilst the three of us walked slowly up to the high seat.

Richard climbed up whilst Biped and myself stalked slowly around into the wind. I had just motioned Biped to slow down when he froze. Staring at us from the Rhodedendrons was a Roebuck. It was quicker than either of us and sprang off into cover and barked.

I alerted Richard over the 2 way radio and a shot rang out.

We approached cautiously and exactly where described lay this buck;

We got in close and it was a buck in poor condition, a really good cull target. The coat looked rough but he was changing from winter to summer coats and his antlers, both very thin single points and going back were still in velvet.

Richard used the tree hanging method for the gralloch;

Richard then proceeded to show and explain the Gralloch;

The gralloch was laid out and inspected;

Its always easier with 2 and carrying the cull back to the truck is no exception;

Thursday, 8 May 2008

Cheered me up

Shamelessly pinched from t'internet;

Wednesday, 7 May 2008

Everything must go!

I'm selling of my non sporting rifles as I have had enough of playing silly buggers at Bisley with the NRA. If anyone wants a list of classic and historic service rifles for sale drop me a line!

Look here for pictures and a list. This list will be updated but only slowly, any questions please use the contact form on the website!

Sunday, 4 May 2008

How to break a new L200 truck

Or alternatively how not to drive through a stream.

We all met at the wood again today and spent a little time walking around familiarising ourselves with work tasks, feeders, boundaries, log piles to be cleared, you know the mundane stuff that needs doing every year.

Richard however decided that it would be easier in his L200. Now if you havent had the L200 experience they are not bad trucks, thankfully this one is still in warranty!

Having been rescued by Richard last month it was my turn, thankfully the ground was dryer!

Here is one of our new members dogs by the truck at the start of the day;

Now all was going well and Tony commented that Richard enjoyed offroading whilst we headed back to load our truck with material from the old pen for the new one!

The phone rang and assistance was requested, god alone knows why he thought I could do it but it seems he has killed his drive shaft;

Here the dogs are running around laughing at the dead truck and below is the reason why;

Apparently those are drive shaft bearings and this is where they live;

Well job was done and the last posts sank for the new pens so just the blown vitara engine to replace and we are ready to wire our pens!

At least the dogs enjoyed themselves even if it was hot!

1 Trailer full of logs for the neighbours but sadly no beer as the kids were at home and would eat everything in the fridge if left too long!

I get home, log into an old email server and find this waiting for me:

From 1st January 2009 it will be a mandatory requirement for a civilianshooter to have a certificate of competence to shoot on an MOD Range(including Bisley). The certificate will be issued on successful completionof a Range Safety and Competency Test (RCST).The NRA are still at the draft stage of what the RCST needs to include butwe expect this to be published shortly.The RCST is to certify the shooter, not the rifle so you don't need a RCSTfor each rifle you own. You need to be certified by 31st December 2008 for2009 and thereafter annually.Your completed RCST certificate will need to be sent to the NRA with a photofor them to issue a card to state you're competent to use an MOD Range.There will be a charge for this, probably in the region of £15-£20 thatwould be paid direct to NRA.

More legitimised state robbery or in this case NRA robbery, its another means of mandatory competence testing by the back door. Well f**k them I wont submit to this!
I suggest no one else does either, your FACs are valid for 5 years and the NRA pushing for more members decides it will (mis)manage this? I recommend that everyone avoids Bisley for 4 or 6 months. When they see a huge drop in their income perhaps they will see the light!

Saturday, 3 May 2008

A good day started

A father and son given an intro to stalking, a good pair of lads, teenagers excused (I have 2 of my own) so it wasnt fruitful but they seemed to take in the training!

If either of them should forget the training before they visit again I'm sure they will be able to review their notes!

I really enjoyed taking both of these out and am looking forward to more of the same!

Thursday, 1 May 2008


After what seemed like another interminable train journey into London for a 1 hour interview it seems that I may be busy from next week after all.

Not only are we waiting on the work to be given the go ahead but the client has decided to send all the work out as scanned onto a CD.

Yes a result, 3 months work from home!

As I sit here plinking at Magpies in the back garden from my office window I can relax knowing that I will get paid for this soon!

Oh and there is some drivel about a local election going round!