I've heard of carrier pigeons before and the role they played in history but Ihave never come accross a carrier pheasant before...

I was stood on my peg today thinking about it being my last day out over Xmas before I go back to work on Monday. Two pheasants appeared from the south westerly direction before the beaters had even started. I couldn't understand why they were flying ans there was no cover that way and no disturbance so they muct have come from quite a distance.

Anyway like any good gent would do given half a chance I shot the pair and picked them both to admire them. This was when I noticed something stange on one of them. It had a note tied to its leg.

I cut the note off and couldn't believe my eyes so I thought I just had to share it with you all....



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Mate I've kept them for you in case you wanted them REALLY BADLY!!


Happy New Year,
K & The Ferndog.

Looks like we will have to buy him a camera like Pete-E..

regrds
griff

My revenge will be truly gruesome!

Be scared.... very scared, I know where you live!

Now, off to have a little word with a mutual & trustworthy 'friend'!!



Rgds Ian

Kiri,

Take a look at the rest of your birds... there may well be a flock of 20 or so Partridges with the same message tied to their legs too

FB

BTW, many thanks, never got around to properly thanking you for your christmas pressie - a subscription to LACS, just what I always wanted!

Rgds Ian

quote:

Originally posted by IanF:
My revenge will be truly gruesome!

Be scared.... very scared, I know where you live!

Now, off to have a little word with a mutual & trustworthy 'friend'!!



Rgds Ian

Hi Ian happy new year!

I just thought I’d drop you a line to say that having a flock of partridges flying over your head to take the approach of pointing the rifle shotgun drilling and muttering 'Bang' however, does NOT constitute either 'catch and release' OR 'recycling'!

On the plus side the partridges will now assume you are basically friendly and will no doubt endeavor to fly over you on future drives.

Thinking about it actually, cunning mounting the drilling and emitting a loud "click" may indeed lull the birds into a complacency that will pay dividends later on in the season.

Ignore the laughter, it's bound to stop eventually.

All the best fella

Amir



PS. by strange coincidence a little birdie told me also........

Ian,
could it of been that everyone else shot so poorly, that it would of been embarassing at the end to find that you shot the majority of the bag, thus the o'l safety catch routine.
The truth now!
regards
griff

I cannot lie - it was me that screwed up most royally!

A gentle walked up shoot on a patch of ground - the last drive of the day, and I fell into the pound slot.

We have a length of cover that usually holds a few partridge, known for flushing over a hedge, down a steep slope and into a forestry block.

Recognising the dangers of low flying feathered bullets & the potential of dusting skylined beaters - it seemed sensible to leave the safety on the Drilling firmly set to 'Safe,' until the covey passed through the line.

This duly happened, the birds streaming downhill at waist level - think driven Grouse in deepest Dorset. Immaculately turned out,(I try and look the part, even though I can't shoot for toffee) I pivoted neatly on my heel - addressed the birds, screwed my eyes firmly shut and yanked on the trigger! Well, it may actually have been the trigger guard in fairness. Who knows?

Not a thing, nada, niente - nae a bang!

The birds streamed off, accompanied only by screams of disbelief from a solitary picker-up.

I stared in disbelief at the uncooperating shotgun - could not see an issue, apart from a second covey that buzzed me as I pondered the course of events. The last bird, I swear did a barrel roll while cheeping insults!

Looking towards the crest of the hill, braced and ready - once more poetry in motion as a final covey appeared and headed towards the weak link in the gun line. Once again, I pirouetted, tracking the birds through the line before snapping the gun to my shoulder..... and repeating my earlier screw up!

The walk back to the farm was interrupted only by Artemis, smugly waving a limp corpse in one casual hand, Westley Richards 20 bore in the other.

She sympathized with my situation and swore that as she had shot a partridge, there was no way she would add to my embarrassment by ever divulging my horrible secret.

That lasted a full five minutes before the wretch was firing SMSs in the direction of Fellow Duck & everyone that had ever heard my name!

Women - don'cha love em!

Rgds Ian

Very funny and wonderfully recounted.

Shall share my Wild Boar hunt one day with you gentlemen.My brother still torments me though the hunt took place aeons ago.

Best-
Locksley,R