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Monday, 25 October 2010

Last night the phone rang

I happened to be up to my elbows in deer skin and bones, Richard called and asked for the best way to dispose of a stroppy ram that had escaped its owners farm and was trashing the Orchards.


"Use enough rifle!" Ok I actually said use the .17 but have the .243 as back up.


The lad deferred the shot with the .17 but I tell you this 100 grains of .243 certainly makes mutton;

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