Back in 2005 I was doing some youth work with a life long friend who was ex para. He was good friends with Billy of Who dares wins who was in charge of B squadron at the time. He invited us down with a ragtag bunch of council estate kids we were working with. Picked us up from Bristol Airport, took us to his house to meet his then Mrs and then on to Pontrilas training camp. Half a dozen SAS lads gave up there weekend to show the kids a good time, basha building, quad riding, climbing, saw the killing house etc They also shot 2 roe when we were there and the kids helped dress them, shot rabbits and pheasant too, first time I saw the angel technique used on a pheasant. Absolute gents, took us on the base in Hereford where there was all sorts of memorabilia displayed. One of the kids we took down joined the army soon after.
Have you ever had any special forces guys come deer stalking on the estate?.
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Stalker62
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Pretty sure that's the one where you stand on the wings and pull the legs.
The theory is the entrails should come clean out, saving a lot of time and making it look more like a predator kill.
Tried it once on a tropical bird...
My imagination just did a brief somersaultPretty sure that's the one where you stand on the wings and pull the legs.
Tried it once on a tropical bird...
Stalker62
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Hi.
The old hands on here will remember "Tartan Jock" Belter of a lad, Sargent in the Black Watch. One of my claims to fame was I put him through his level 2. This was when 3 beasts were required to complete it. Most memorable of them was a doe running up and down a hedge / fence for about a hour without really stopping. Martin lay in a field full of snow water (I crouched behind to see the safety off and on). It finally stopped and he took the shot. He was so cold I had to help him stand. But he got his beast. The other one was on a fairly steep hillside, we spotted a doe that went over the top of the hill and out of site. He went after it (200 yards+) duck walking up the hill. I tried to follow him and couldn't keep up with him.
He sailed through his level 2 and was eventually sent to Afghanistan (not for passing his level 2) on a 6 month tour.
On returning home as a thank you, and as we were now deep into the H4H campaign. He brought 4 of his Snipers to give a talk to our DMG we had a fantastic time with them, they brought quite a lot of their kit (apart from the rifles) with them.
Lovely lads, none of them looked old enough to have left school.
That week-end deserves a full page in its self.
Alan
The old hands on here will remember "Tartan Jock" Belter of a lad, Sargent in the Black Watch. One of my claims to fame was I put him through his level 2. This was when 3 beasts were required to complete it. Most memorable of them was a doe running up and down a hedge / fence for about a hour without really stopping. Martin lay in a field full of snow water (I crouched behind to see the safety off and on). It finally stopped and he took the shot. He was so cold I had to help him stand. But he got his beast. The other one was on a fairly steep hillside, we spotted a doe that went over the top of the hill and out of site. He went after it (200 yards+) duck walking up the hill. I tried to follow him and couldn't keep up with him.
He sailed through his level 2 and was eventually sent to Afghanistan (not for passing his level 2) on a 6 month tour.
On returning home as a thank you, and as we were now deep into the H4H campaign. He brought 4 of his Snipers to give a talk to our DMG we had a fantastic time with them, they brought quite a lot of their kit (apart from the rifles) with them.
Lovely lads, none of them looked old enough to have left school.
That week-end deserves a full page in its self.
Alan
Yes and one of them made a hash of running theDrains and Dykes are two very different things.
At least they were when I was at school...
I've had a ex-special forces(foreign). Not sure how long he had been out but he was certainly not tuned.
Also had 2 serving foreign special service guys out. They were meant to take the lead and act as a spotter/sniper team. My job was just to just make sure they didn't go off our ground. In the end I had to show them deer and guide them to a shooting position. I also had to point out that one of them was pointing a rifle up my @ss. They also dropped down on one knee to load
Also had 2 serving foreign special service guys out. They were meant to take the lead and act as a spotter/sniper team. My job was just to just make sure they didn't go off our ground. In the end I had to show them deer and guide them to a shooting position. I also had to point out that one of them was pointing a rifle up my @ss. They also dropped down on one knee to load
Quite, I think they should have a tip of the cap and be left to work in the world they trained for.
Lovat Highlanders taught the British army stalking their techniques of covering ground unseen , the use of the Ghillie suit etc etc etc . That's way before American forces etc cottoned on
Chorley branch of the SAS. Saturday Afternoon Suppers.
Dorset Shakari
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This is exactly the type of caper I used to get up to with a different, but similarly trained and equipped unit. Did an identical job in the same area too, but for a part time UDR bod. 38 years ago. Happy days.“Special forces” types were quite common in many estates in NI - housing estates, though I never got to meet any…
My brother-in-law lived quite close to the International Airport about 18 miles out of Belfast in a very quiet and peaceful country area. One sunday we were there for lunch and afterwards took his labs out for a walk up the narrow hedge-lined road which his house was on. There was only one other house on that road and it was huge - owned by a chap who ran a very big construction firm. Being high summer the roadsides were heavily weeded and the hedges thick, suddenly one lab which was twenty yards ahead dived into the overgrown ditch and all we could see was his tail which was wagging furiously; to our surprise he wouldn’t answer the recall so we though he was onto a rabbit or phezzie.
By the time we got up to him the “rabbit”, all six foot of him and bedecked in freshly cut weeds and twigs was climbing out of the hedge carrying a distinctly non-issue Armalite! Before we knew what was going on we were surrounded by half a dozen very serious gentlemen dressed in the same vaguely becoming fashion who, in a not very subtle or gentle way, were quite interested in who we were, etc……
Long story short and told later to my B-i-L by the owner of the construction firm they were “daring chaps determined to win” who were on a stake-out as intel was that he was going to be ‘hit” because his firm did work for the security forces. This happened on more than one occasion with my B-i-L - fortunately never again to me.
As a sad footnote this chap’s son was killed along with two others shortly after he joined the police. His father renamed the firm after him as a tribute to his memory. Bad old days…….
Foxyboy43
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Excellent - you weren’t lying in a hedge in County Antrim in the mid-seventies were you?
Those were the days - fond memories from the 70s and 80s and also from the BOBS in Norway
COP for meExcellent - you weren’t lying in a hedge in County Antrim in the mid-seventies were you?
Dorset Shakari
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COP for me too. Mid 80s.Excellent - you weren’t lying in a hedge in County Antrim in the mid-seventies were you?
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