Any dog I had to fight for the game from would have a sore head or early grave!
You’re nearly there then, just the presentation to sort.
Our season opens 1st November, and I can’t wait, its certainly not the same unofficial national holiday that it used to be, but I have fond memories of both friends and dogs long gone and mornings when everything went right, or very wrong, and we normally knocked off at 11ish. We always planned to go out again in the afternoon, but it never happened.
There were a several pubs that would host a biggest cock competition, with free soup and sandwiches, the pints we paid for ourselves but a 40” cock could tour the North county and get you several free pints and maybe a cash offer for a really good bird.
Almost all consigned to history now, we still have a prize for the best bird and the best mixed bag with a meeting in the local, birds all laid out on the pool table and duly measured and inspected by anyone that cares to have a gawk.
No complaints so far, but that can’t last. We have a lot of new townies in the last 2 years, they live where I used to shoot.
I’ll post something when the day is done, last season wasn’t my finest hour, but I’ve been out every opening day since I was 16.
Hail, rain, surgery, sickness, funerals or weddings, I made it work, even that year I got posted to Shannon and had to crash an entire IT system to get out by 1500 for the last hour.
I’d hate to break the sequence, so don’t go making arrangements for me on Friday week, I’ve had it booked off for quite a while now.