Grandpa Steve
Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 8:54 pm
Me and Steve headed up to one of our farm shoots at noon today. Corvids were on the menu as there is a fair head of them in the wood behind the cattle farm.
Steves youngest girl went into labour as we were en-route to the gig
After a brief phone call we pressed on up the A1 to our shoot which is around an hour down the road.
We had a brief scout around the barns and I whacked a young crow who looked like he'd had enough of his flying lessons. With no more candidates we decided to take to the wood! I entered from the East and Steve to the West.
After a half hour my phone went with Steve on the end telling me he had already whacked around a dozen of the black heathens!
After what seemed a pure mission clambering through the undergrowth I reached Steve. He was nearly on twenty birds by then and the floor of the wood looked like a corvid graveyard!
I whacked a few, Steve whacked even more with his new Air Ranger. This is where things went wrong for me over the next half hour. Im Diabetic and I had stupidly forgot to take any lucozade or means of getting carbs into my system, so on came a bloody hypo! Steve had headed back from my position and out of site
I decided to head for the car where my bag was with my Lucozade. Stumbling through the wood resulted in me falling but I held my HW100 aloft in my left hand where it remained safe.
I got to Steves position and he took my gun and shooting sticks and followed me to the car where I sorted my self out. I was rock bottom but a glug of Luczade and some bickies put me right.
I stayed put while Steve went to collect the Owl and our others bits n pieces.He was gone a good half hour as he couldnt resist the opportunity to shoot the fledgling birds that are plaguing the owners life.
His daughter gave birth to a healthy baby boy at 6lb 130z, and his tally for the day was around fifty birds
I couldnt get back around to the wood for a piccy due to my legs refusing to play!
I'll get a pic of the "Graveyard" next time were up there.
What a day for Grampa Steve eh? First grand bairn and fifty corvid fatalities. What a day!
Steves youngest girl went into labour as we were en-route to the gig
After a brief phone call we pressed on up the A1 to our shoot which is around an hour down the road.We had a brief scout around the barns and I whacked a young crow who looked like he'd had enough of his flying lessons. With no more candidates we decided to take to the wood! I entered from the East and Steve to the West.
After a half hour my phone went with Steve on the end telling me he had already whacked around a dozen of the black heathens!
After what seemed a pure mission clambering through the undergrowth I reached Steve. He was nearly on twenty birds by then and the floor of the wood looked like a corvid graveyard!
I whacked a few, Steve whacked even more with his new Air Ranger. This is where things went wrong for me over the next half hour. Im Diabetic and I had stupidly forgot to take any lucozade or means of getting carbs into my system, so on came a bloody hypo! Steve had headed back from my position and out of site
I decided to head for the car where my bag was with my Lucozade. Stumbling through the wood resulted in me falling but I held my HW100 aloft in my left hand where it remained safe.I got to Steves position and he took my gun and shooting sticks and followed me to the car where I sorted my self out. I was rock bottom but a glug of Luczade and some bickies put me right.
I stayed put while Steve went to collect the Owl and our others bits n pieces.He was gone a good half hour as he couldnt resist the opportunity to shoot the fledgling birds that are plaguing the owners life.
His daughter gave birth to a healthy baby boy at 6lb 130z, and his tally for the day was around fifty birds
I couldnt get back around to the wood for a piccy due to my legs refusing to play!I'll get a pic of the "Graveyard" next time were up there.
What a day for Grampa Steve eh? First grand bairn and fifty corvid fatalities. What a day!
