Foxyboy43
Well-Known Member
Right then, we all have them so time to fess up!
In my case it is a 40years plus long-sleeved, quilted Barbour vest. This unique piece oftat sartorial elegance has a large pocket either side (both replaced twice) and hand warmer pockets to boot. It also has a huge rear game pocket and makes for the utterly perfect fox shooting piece of sartorial elegance - except when I am looking for something in it’s dark cavernous bowels and which I am certain is in there somewhere; or maybe in the garage….
Sadly it has more patches than original material - to the extent that I have had to promise that if I must wear it, like really must wear it, it can only be if I leave and return home under full cover of darkness. That gets a bye from me of course because foxing is largely a night-time activity - silly Lady FB!
Now in truth less sensitive family members have described me as looking like a leading member of the Michael Jackson Thriller video - hopefully only when I am wearing said vest; older, though not necessarily wiser relatives, have made casual mention of Steptoe (younger members -ask your granda) though as yet no-one has run screaming from the room. Well, saying that there was that occasion… Moving on quickly, one or two, recently deleted from my Will, have dared to suggest that with thestench bouquet of fox which leaks (and I do mean leaks) from every fibre (the vest’s) when out I should keep my back firmly against any nearby wall or thorny hedge - especially at mating time.
Sooo it looks like the old friend must go to that great place reserved for it - aka the bin. In her usual thoughtful way Lady FB has suggested a Viking-like ceremonial burning for which she could sell tickets; why she even suggested me wearing it at the time…..
Personally I think there’s a few good years in it yet but if anyone does want it I will throw in a lady of a certain age who comes with a detestation of sewing.
Gosh how I will miss that vest….





In my case it is a 40years plus long-sleeved, quilted Barbour vest. This unique piece of
Sadly it has more patches than original material - to the extent that I have had to promise that if I must wear it, like really must wear it, it can only be if I leave and return home under full cover of darkness. That gets a bye from me of course because foxing is largely a night-time activity - silly Lady FB!
Now in truth less sensitive family members have described me as looking like a leading member of the Michael Jackson Thriller video - hopefully only when I am wearing said vest; older, though not necessarily wiser relatives, have made casual mention of Steptoe (younger members -ask your granda) though as yet no-one has run screaming from the room. Well, saying that there was that occasion… Moving on quickly, one or two, recently deleted from my Will, have dared to suggest that with the
Sooo it looks like the old friend must go to that great place reserved for it - aka the bin. In her usual thoughtful way Lady FB has suggested a Viking-like ceremonial burning for which she could sell tickets; why she even suggested me wearing it at the time…..
Personally I think there’s a few good years in it yet but if anyone does want it I will throw in a lady of a certain age who comes with a detestation of sewing.
Gosh how I will miss that vest….



