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Saturday, 8 December 2012

1st Day on a new (to me) shoot

So I dont shoot a shotgun for almost a year, in one day I bag 16 ducks and 1 pigeon and then 2 days later I am guesting on a shoot locally. Nothing till drive 3 and then I start knocking them down 2 by 2.
Total bag was 38 pheasants, 2 Malllard, 8 fox, 1 pigeon (that was a difficult shot) and 1 rabbit despite the no ground game rule. By lunch the keeper had words with the shoot captain and I'm invited to be a full member.

It was great fun, good company and glorious countryside

I only took 2 dogs, Samson and Sassie, they both woirked hard so next time I'll take 4 dogs.
Oh and I mustnt forget SBW now has 3 birds for christmas although only 2 need plucking!


Hippo said...

It's like riding a 'bike, eh?

Anonymous said...

No ground game, but 8 foxes...WTF?????????

Not much of a keeper...

No wonder the total bag was only shot 38 pheasants.

Bambibasher said...

But dont tell the wife,

she might ask why I bought a clay trap!

Bambibasher said...

Dear anonymous, the shoot is situated on the edge of an encroaching urban sprawl where foxes are fed by the not too clever residents. There are lots shot and usually they are shot on the unkeepered bit of the shoot where we maintain a watching eye but allow wild pheasants and snipe to live happily. Vey few cross the road to the main shoot and those that do are usually lamped or driven.
7 of those shot were on the edge of the urban sprawl. The other one was on the strip of woodland seperating the road from the main farm. Even though the keeper is new he isnt young or inexperienced and has done well in two years turning round a tired family shoot into a happy and succesful farmers syndicate.
I dont usually post anonymous comments but yours needed qualifying. Please leave a nom de guerre next time!
Anyway as nature abhors a vacuum I will be there lamping soon!

Chauncey le Gardener said...


I know several shoots based adjacent to urban sprawls. They all work very hard at keeping the roaming semi urban foxes under control. This ensures they achieve a respectable bags of birds on shoot days.

Its obvious given the number of foxes shot on your day out as a guest that more effort s required on this particular shoot Hence my comment regarding the keeper.
You delude yourself if you think only a few foxes on the unkeepered part of the farm don't cross the road. LOL
A pheasant to fox ratio of 4.75:1 doesn't spell success in my book.

Hippo said...

"No ground game, but 8 foxes...WTF????????? "

Foxes aren't game, they're vermin.

With the possible exception of Basil Brush but even he exasperated management by continually trashing the BBC canteen and marking his territory every time he got off his lead.

Hippo said...

Ah, now I understand what Sir Anonymous Chauncey le Gardener was driving at with his first comment (I thought he was part of the fluffy cuddly let's feed the foxywoxies camp).

Personally, I derive as much satisfaction shooting vermin as I do game. A crocodile (a protected species) has taken up residence on our stretch of the river, that portion of the bank where the children play) so I shall really enjoy blowing that one away. My neighbour will oppose this, for him a crocodile is a tourist attraction. He could not give a flying toss about the risk to local children.

Chauncey le Gardener said...


Technically rabbits aren't game either, but they are included in the "no ground game" rule on pheasants shoots.

Basil Brush was a puppet!
The only risk posed to local children was when he appeared along side Jimmy Saville.

Hippo said...

Sir Chauncey,

I would never be invited to join a shoot, I know nothing of the rules and etiquette. The only shooting I have done was for the pot or to eliminate vermin and then in far flung places in the tropics. I recall once in Belize when a Guards Regiment took over as resident battalion being asked by their officers if it was true I had negotiated the rights to shoot on an abandoned rice station teeming with wildfowl. In exchange for cartridges (they had imported a pallet load) I took them with me. While they all lined up nicely behind one of the many banks separating the water filled and overgrown rice beds with their side by sides, I was chasing the ducks down armed with a five shot semi-automatic Browning 12 bore and, presumably breaking the no ground game rule, blowing the odd snake away. The place was teeming with them.

Afterwards the Adjutant told me with a pained expression that one really shouldn’t shoot ducks on the water. Well, I didn’t know there were RULES! I thought the object was to supply the mess kitchen. After that, I played the game (free ammunition is free ammunition, worth a little sacrifice on my part). They would stick me at the very end of the line out of harm’s way and, rather sportingly I thought, I only loaded two cartridges at a time into the old semi-auto as I knew me banging off like an anti-aircraft battery caused my fellow officers a degree of distress.

There was respect, albeit grudging, for my ability to line up four cans of beer at fifty paces and, with my bolt action 30-06 Remington, shoot them all so that they leapt into the air before the first one fell to ground again. They were really impressed when I invited a few of them to throw tins of Army composite ration cheese down the track as far as they could and I could hit them. The effect of a soft point hunting round on a tin of cheese is quite spectacular. But they drew the line when I shot a flying duck with the same spectacular effect. Being sporting gentlemen, on one trip they brought bottles of Champagne along and wagered amongst themselves whether I could shoot the cork out at fifty paces. No matter what we tried, even sinking the bottle into a pile of sand, while I could easily hit just the cork, the bottle exploded. I am sure with the right caliber it could be done. I know it can be done with a low velocity pistol round at ten paces. Anyway, I digress.

Having read the above, Sir Chauncey, I suspect you and BambiBasher would never invite me on a shoot. But I do enjoy reading BB’s blog and slowly learning the etiquette of the sport. As I said, here there are no rules other than only shooting what can be consumed, or vermin. Regarding poachers (and thieves assaulting one’s property) I was assured by the local Chief of Police that they could quite legitimately be shot but only in an extremity. I shall have to practice my Portuguese for, ‘Halt or I fire’ and ‘Hands Up!’ thereby allowing me a clean shot to the kneecap. Should I also practice my Pork and Cheese for, ‘Jump as high as you can!’ so I don’t break the no ground rule?

Bambibasher said...

Quality as ever!

Hippo said...

Sir Chauncy has a sense of humour as well. Basil Brush only being a threat if accompanied by Savile. We shouldn't laugh really because it was really quite terrible but Sir C's reposte was bloody amusing!

Chauncey le Gardener said...


Ah yes, far flung Guards officers, a rare breed, indeed. Always worth a tale or two. How amusing.....

Not all chinless wonders. Some make very capable soldiers.

Oh, and it plain Mr.

Chauncey le Gardener said...

Forgot to mention bag for today........
For 7 guns
147 pheasants
17 brace French Partridge
1 Moorhen
4 wood pigeon
1 Crow
1 Jay

no ground game & no foxes. LOL

Hippo said...

What on earth does 'LOL' mean?