deerly departed
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Partial dyslexia sweetie
Humane dispatches. "Interesting" experiences!
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Fosbery Holster
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A mechanic friend (son of the village farmer) came round panicking slightly, on asking what was the problem he just blurted out grab a rifle we’ve a badly injured yew on the side of the main road that needs putting out of its misery, well farmers usually have a rifle of their own for use with fallen stock but this one didn’t, quickly grabbed a rifle and put my boots on, going out of the door l asked how are we getting there in this he said and he gestured towards a Police car that l hadn’t seen parked out of view, what the f***’s happening here then !! Well we didn’t have a rifle on the farm he said, so you were the first one l could think of close enough.
On entering the let’s say ‘different mode of transport other than the usual Land Rover’, the officer explains its he who was summoned to attend the RTA involving the sheep and needed someone, to dispatch the injured yew.
After halting on the main road with every conceivable light flashing l got out dispatched the yew then explained to the officer to whom the yew belonged, the visible farmers mark plus the ear tags and the fact that this yew was part of a flock of hefted sheep that roamed this part of the common.
On the return journey pulling into the village two village ladies with children in tow were spotted by this officer and he proceeded to drive towards them, looking into this jovial type of policeman’s rear view mirror l could see he had a devilish grin on his face my immediate comment was “don’t even think about it” well he couldn’t resist could he, window descending at the same time saying to said ladies I’ve just picked these two bad boys up and taking them home, you do know them don’t you, of course the ladies peered inside and confirmed they knew us, “ what have they been up to then” well he said that’s a police matter and off he drove giggling to himself, must admit we were all laughing, then as he was stopping outside the house l begged “don’t do it” what he said, again he couldn’t resist could he, officer grinning like a Cheshire Cat on came all the lights and sirens, well that made all the curtains twitch, thanked the officer by saying don’t come for me ever again, off he went we could still hear him laughing as he drove away, this episode took some explaining to the local resident curtain twitchers!!!
On entering the let’s say ‘different mode of transport other than the usual Land Rover’, the officer explains its he who was summoned to attend the RTA involving the sheep and needed someone, to dispatch the injured yew.
After halting on the main road with every conceivable light flashing l got out dispatched the yew then explained to the officer to whom the yew belonged, the visible farmers mark plus the ear tags and the fact that this yew was part of a flock of hefted sheep that roamed this part of the common.
On the return journey pulling into the village two village ladies with children in tow were spotted by this officer and he proceeded to drive towards them, looking into this jovial type of policeman’s rear view mirror l could see he had a devilish grin on his face my immediate comment was “don’t even think about it” well he couldn’t resist could he, window descending at the same time saying to said ladies I’ve just picked these two bad boys up and taking them home, you do know them don’t you, of course the ladies peered inside and confirmed they knew us, “ what have they been up to then” well he said that’s a police matter and off he drove giggling to himself, must admit we were all laughing, then as he was stopping outside the house l begged “don’t do it” what he said, again he couldn’t resist could he, officer grinning like a Cheshire Cat on came all the lights and sirens, well that made all the curtains twitch, thanked the officer by saying don’t come for me ever again, off he went we could still hear him laughing as he drove away, this episode took some explaining to the local resident curtain twitchers!!!
Never seen a Fallow stag, must be interesting, we only have bucks round here.
I got called out to dispatch a RTA roe, met up with the policeman and we set about finding the Deer which had jumped a five bar gate and made about 40 yards into a garden. When we got to it had two broken legs one front and one back but both on the same side (how do they do what they do?). Anyway I used a captive bolt and it was sorted. The policeman seemed genuinely interested what I was doing and told me that everyday when he gets home he always tells his five year old Daughter what he's done while on duty, but today he could hardly tell her that he'd just witnessed Bambi being given the coup de grace.
Jools
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I m just outside Thetford and was thinking about going on their call list, but after reading your experience think I'll pass. Thanks for the heads up
Hook'N'Bullet
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good point, social media has given antis a fantastic channel to express their views and appeal to the masses with their pseudo journalism
Turkish
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When I lived in the Home Counties I was on the call out list for a busy open deer park in Hertfordshire. The main local rat run went straight through the centre of the forest, and having two golf courses at one end seemed to encourage the Nikki Lauder type to floor it through the area.
Hence, RTA's - DCV's as they were known back then - were common.
I received a call late one summers evening from the control room, stating that a deer had been hit - but was still alive - by the side of the road. After getting all my gear ready, dog, shotgun etc....I set out to the given location on the fast stretch of road.
I spent a good bit of time driving up and down looking for the incident. But, as had happened several times in the past , nothing to show. The police didn't hang around in those days. So, I set off back down the long straight road intending to go home.
About 2 miles into my journey, I came across a car that looks like its turned off the road , into a ditch. All the doors are open , and I can see a couple standing together, on the moor, next to the road. They were in some distress.
Thinking that I must have had the wrong location, I pulled up and got out to witness the scene. Sure enough, this was a deer related incident. But not what I had expected.
The car in the ditch, a once quite tidy estate car, now had all its door open, and the interior looked pretty trashed. The couple - clearly in a state of shock - recounted what had happened.
It turned out that they had been out for an evenings drive and had come across an injured deer laying by the side of the road some ways back. The wife, being a compassionate type, insisted that her husband picked up the baby deer and put it in the back of the car, so they could drive to the local wildlife care centre at Aylesbury.
Too emotional to carry on, her husband finished the story. He said that the deer was motionless, but its eyes were open when he picked it up and put it in the car. But things changed once they got under way.
,A short time into their journey, he said he looked in his rear view mirror , only to see the deer standing up in the back looking back at him !
It was hard not to laugh as he described how the deer then tried to get into the front of the car, and then back again. As they careered down the road, only to eventually slip into the ditch, the pair managed to jump out , only to look back as the - by the sounds of it muntjac buck - started to demolish the inside of the car as it tried to find a way out. !
They told me that It was only after several attempt to open all of the doors, that the deer eventually managed to make it through one and run for it. Never to be seen again.
One of many encounters that will live with me forever.....................
Hence, RTA's - DCV's as they were known back then - were common.
I received a call late one summers evening from the control room, stating that a deer had been hit - but was still alive - by the side of the road. After getting all my gear ready, dog, shotgun etc....I set out to the given location on the fast stretch of road.
I spent a good bit of time driving up and down looking for the incident. But, as had happened several times in the past , nothing to show. The police didn't hang around in those days. So, I set off back down the long straight road intending to go home.
About 2 miles into my journey, I came across a car that looks like its turned off the road , into a ditch. All the doors are open , and I can see a couple standing together, on the moor, next to the road. They were in some distress.
Thinking that I must have had the wrong location, I pulled up and got out to witness the scene. Sure enough, this was a deer related incident. But not what I had expected.
The car in the ditch, a once quite tidy estate car, now had all its door open, and the interior looked pretty trashed. The couple - clearly in a state of shock - recounted what had happened.
It turned out that they had been out for an evenings drive and had come across an injured deer laying by the side of the road some ways back. The wife, being a compassionate type, insisted that her husband picked up the baby deer and put it in the back of the car, so they could drive to the local wildlife care centre at Aylesbury.
Too emotional to carry on, her husband finished the story. He said that the deer was motionless, but its eyes were open when he picked it up and put it in the car. But things changed once they got under way.
,A short time into their journey, he said he looked in his rear view mirror , only to see the deer standing up in the back looking back at him !
It was hard not to laugh as he described how the deer then tried to get into the front of the car, and then back again. As they careered down the road, only to eventually slip into the ditch, the pair managed to jump out , only to look back as the - by the sounds of it muntjac buck - started to demolish the inside of the car as it tried to find a way out. !
They told me that It was only after several attempt to open all of the doors, that the deer eventually managed to make it through one and run for it. Never to be seen again.
One of many encounters that will live with me forever.....................
deerly departed
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Lucky ol ewe Hope they do not fly as I really couldn't give a buck about semantics
deerly departed
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Before the spelling and semantics patrol get to you, you mean ewe as in a sheep as opposed to a yew......... a tree
Lucky ol ewe Hope they do not fly as I really couldn't give a buck about semantics
Always amazes me!! Somebody who is a stalker and gets called out by authorities to deal with injured deer, knows it's a Fallow (but doesn't know if it's a Stag a Buck or a Ram ). Bet he got that question wrong in the DMQ eh Jimbo, can't be a proper deer manager. What's a Semantic? never ever stalked one of them.
Oh I see from later post it's a new Police Dept.
Woodsmoke
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Brilliant!
I once picked up a roadkill pheasant and stuck it in the back of the car on my way to work. On the way home that evening I stopped off at a local garage/Co-op for some odds and sods. When I opened the back of the car to put the bags in, I was confronted by a 'dead' pheasant panicking it's way around the inside of my car, crapping itself inside out while doing so. It finally knocked me on my arse as it escaped, leaving me crumpled on the ground surrounded by tins of beans and squashed crisps, while the forecourt resonated to the sound of loud laughter. Apparently it was caught on CCTV, as the checkout operator told me once she'd stopped laughing. It was in the time before smartphones sadly, otherwise it might've gone viral . . . .
Had a call out a couple of weeks ago, 9.00am young muntjac doe hit by a van, when I arrived officers were in attendance but as it was near the end of the rush hour and very near a set of traffic lights there was quite a queue of stationary vehicles past us with everyone rubber necking
I always carry a blanket so asked the female office to hold one end and the male office the other to cover me dispatching the munty, she couldn't do it, "I can't watch" she says and walks off so I have to hold one end and the .410 whilst putting a shot though its brain
The male officer was very interested in the whole event and I gave him the empty .410 case as a souvenir which he really appreciated, loved the smell of it as well
I always carry a blanket so asked the female office to hold one end and the male office the other to cover me dispatching the munty, she couldn't do it, "I can't watch" she says and walks off so I have to hold one end and the .410 whilst putting a shot though its brain
The male officer was very interested in the whole event and I gave him the empty .410 case as a souvenir which he really appreciated, loved the smell of it as well
Orion
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I'm not sure - but I think the Labour Party are anti them. Or summat like that.
Harry mac
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Got a call out to a muntjac buck a few days ago. This one had got itself tangled up in one of those garden football nets. It had struggled so hard to get free that the net had tightened around one of its back feet and severed it; it was literally hanging on by a sliver of skin. Its other back leg turned out to be broken.
The owner of the house had slid the deer into a wheelie-bin and closed the lid. The buck had been screaming so loud while tangled that the guy's wife was quite upset, fortunately, being in the dark in the bin had calmed it down, so at least it wasn't screaming any more.
I had a quick peek inside the bin to see if the animal was still alive, and to see which way it was orientated and then closed the lid again while I went and got the .22.
I then opened the lid a crack again and angled the rifle to put the bullet down into the head and into the body.
Apart from the amount of blood that then spilled out of the bin onto the slate chippings, the dispatch went without a hitch. Disposing of it took a bit longer than anticipated though as the "facility" I use was mobbed with people out exercising during lock-down.
The owner of the house had slid the deer into a wheelie-bin and closed the lid. The buck had been screaming so loud while tangled that the guy's wife was quite upset, fortunately, being in the dark in the bin had calmed it down, so at least it wasn't screaming any more.
I had a quick peek inside the bin to see if the animal was still alive, and to see which way it was orientated and then closed the lid again while I went and got the .22.
I then opened the lid a crack again and angled the rifle to put the bullet down into the head and into the body.
Apart from the amount of blood that then spilled out of the bin onto the slate chippings, the dispatch went without a hitch. Disposing of it took a bit longer than anticipated though as the "facility" I use was mobbed with people out exercising during lock-down.
Hoof burner
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Two that spring to mind!!!!..........one deer related the other bovine.
I was called out to a fallow buck that had about 50 meters of electric fence rope wound around its antlers while the other 100 meters was being wound un wound around a post depending on which direction it decides it wanted to run. The phone call had come from an RSPCA inspector who is a good friend to see if I could dart it or put it out of its misery as they couldn’t get near it. On inspection it was clear to see that it was in a real mess cut to ribbons and as it was July it had stripped most of its velvet off its antlers,you wouldn’t believe how much blood it had lost. Any way the attending vet and I concurred that it’s chances off survival we’re very slim and that from a legal stand point darting it and releasing it back into wild was a none starter. Next thing two animal rights people had appeared stating they would stand between the deer and the bullet. The police were called and they were cleared off and having been told they would be arrested and charged with something like obstruction Not sure as I sat in the pick up out of they way as I had no intention of becoming an internet celebrity for the wrong reasons. Took 2 hours of arguing between them the police RSPCA and the land owner all the time this poor buck was running around getting more cut up.
Getting a shot on it was not to difficult in the end as it was knackered and had lost a lot of blood.
The next one was a water buffalo that had gone AWOL from its field breaking the farmers leg who is a friend in the process and ended up charging round the local village junior school with all the kids inside. Upon arrival the police had cordoned off both ends of the village there were 6 police cars a police incident waggon 18 coppers in total 10 of them armed response officers. The buffalo by this point had jumped out of the school and was stood in the neighbouring farmers garden helping itself to his allotment. The conversation went something like “can you dart it” yes I responded “ how long will it take the drugs to work?” Well it’s been pretty ****ed off tho it looks pretty calm now so it could be 15-20 mins tho there’s no guarantee with these things! Fortunately the farmers daughter is a vet and she concurred. Have you tried to push it into the yard? “It charged us” I had to ring the buffalo owners wife at this point and ask her what she would like us to do with it. Her response was “shoot it” my husband is in critical care with a broken leg and it’s gored him on the floor too. So in the end the decision was made that I should shoot it as it was on private ground and there would be a lot of paper work if the police discharged a weapon. I didn’t fancy getting charged by it and as it was calm I had to crawl through the allotment to a heating oil tank to get a shot at about 20 yards. Unbeknown to myself there was a protest going on in the high street with a load of reporters there,I ended up being mentioned on central news TV and Radio all the local news papers and not that I’m proud of it The Sun,The Mirror,And Daily Star amongst others. My mates take the **** regularly as the police comment was that a”specialist marksman” had been called in to deal with it
I was called out to a fallow buck that had about 50 meters of electric fence rope wound around its antlers while the other 100 meters was being wound un wound around a post depending on which direction it decides it wanted to run. The phone call had come from an RSPCA inspector who is a good friend to see if I could dart it or put it out of its misery as they couldn’t get near it. On inspection it was clear to see that it was in a real mess cut to ribbons and as it was July it had stripped most of its velvet off its antlers,you wouldn’t believe how much blood it had lost. Any way the attending vet and I concurred that it’s chances off survival we’re very slim and that from a legal stand point darting it and releasing it back into wild was a none starter. Next thing two animal rights people had appeared stating they would stand between the deer and the bullet. The police were called and they were cleared off and having been told they would be arrested and charged with something like obstruction Not sure as I sat in the pick up out of they way as I had no intention of becoming an internet celebrity for the wrong reasons. Took 2 hours of arguing between them the police RSPCA and the land owner all the time this poor buck was running around getting more cut up.
Getting a shot on it was not to difficult in the end as it was knackered and had lost a lot of blood.
The next one was a water buffalo that had gone AWOL from its field breaking the farmers leg who is a friend in the process and ended up charging round the local village junior school with all the kids inside. Upon arrival the police had cordoned off both ends of the village there were 6 police cars a police incident waggon 18 coppers in total 10 of them armed response officers. The buffalo by this point had jumped out of the school and was stood in the neighbouring farmers garden helping itself to his allotment. The conversation went something like “can you dart it” yes I responded “ how long will it take the drugs to work?” Well it’s been pretty ****ed off tho it looks pretty calm now so it could be 15-20 mins tho there’s no guarantee with these things! Fortunately the farmers daughter is a vet and she concurred. Have you tried to push it into the yard? “It charged us” I had to ring the buffalo owners wife at this point and ask her what she would like us to do with it. Her response was “shoot it” my husband is in critical care with a broken leg and it’s gored him on the floor too. So in the end the decision was made that I should shoot it as it was on private ground and there would be a lot of paper work if the police discharged a weapon. I didn’t fancy getting charged by it and as it was calm I had to crawl through the allotment to a heating oil tank to get a shot at about 20 yards. Unbeknown to myself there was a protest going on in the high street with a load of reporters there,I ended up being mentioned on central news TV and Radio all the local news papers and not that I’m proud of it The Sun,The Mirror,And Daily Star amongst others. My mates take the **** regularly as the police comment was that a”specialist marksman” had been called in to deal with it
Thats harsh. im not too far from that area and when ever ive had a call uniform have been present.
jimo
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Part of my other job off the farm involves a lot of field walking and once came across a fallow kid hanging upside down in a wire fence. It was a well used ditch crossing where the adults jumped over but this one had put a back leg between the top of the netting and stand of barbed wire which had twisted trapping it. It was in a bad way with the skin off to the bone in several places and too young to survive on its own but I couldn’t get hold of anyone local to shoot it. All I had was a not very sharp leatherman but it had to be done.
Not exactly a humane dispatch story, but some years ago I agreed to kill and butcher a couple of pigs for a neighbour. They kept putting it off and putting it off until the damn things were as big as rhinoceroses! Eventually they phoned me to say I had to come ASAP, as the pigs had learned to break out of their sty. Apparently, once free, they'd discovered the household waste bin in the back porch of the farmhouse, gone in for a rummage, and managed to push the outer door shut and close themselves in. With the pigs blocking the door, the only way to get them out had been through the house and out the front door! So, the sooner they became bacon and sausages the better.
We decided to do them quite late one evening, due to being in a bit of a grey area legally and we didn't want disturbance, and the idea was to put a bit of feed down outside the sty and let the pigs out one at a time, and I would shoot them as soon as they stood still to eat the grub. Great in theory, and it's worked for many pigs before and since. But not these ones. As soon as the sty gate opened the pigs burst out and made a beeline for the porch, completely ignoring the tempting pile of grub we'd put for them. The upshot was that I ended up killing them on the back doorstep of the house, with all the kids watching out their bedroom windows (major excitement!), and despite our best efforts to clean up after ourselves in the dark the postman had a helluva shock the next morning!
We decided to do them quite late one evening, due to being in a bit of a grey area legally and we didn't want disturbance, and the idea was to put a bit of feed down outside the sty and let the pigs out one at a time, and I would shoot them as soon as they stood still to eat the grub. Great in theory, and it's worked for many pigs before and since. But not these ones. As soon as the sty gate opened the pigs burst out and made a beeline for the porch, completely ignoring the tempting pile of grub we'd put for them. The upshot was that I ended up killing them on the back doorstep of the house, with all the kids watching out their bedroom windows (major excitement!), and despite our best efforts to clean up after ourselves in the dark the postman had a helluva shock the next morning!
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