It happens every morning, and I never tire of it...

Just for those who may be stuck indoors today.



An early start this morning.

It is (euphemistically) one of our 'cull days'.

0430 finds me sitting atop a tree in about 4° of temperature - winter is definitely on its way.

The thermal picks up Muntjac from 0655, but they never present with an ethical shot and so live to die another day.

This seat is SE facing, and so I just enjoy the show...

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This morning in South Herefordshire
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Yesterday morning 30 minutes earlier than this morning, South Herefordshire.
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As S62 says it's always a joy and nearly always a surprise and never gets boring!!
 
Best time of day creeping out into a high seat or standing on the sticks at the edge of wood full of hopes and butterflies ! worst time of the day 15mins after too dark walking out with a blank. But then reminding yourself every day out is a good day :tiphat:
 
Just for those who may be stuck indoors today.



An early start this morning.

It is (euphemistically) one of our 'cull days'.

0430 finds me sitting atop a tree in about 4o of temperature - winter is definitely on its way.

The thermal picks up Muntjac from 0655, but they never present with a legal shot and so live to die another day.

This seat is SE facing, and so I just enjoy the show...

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What was illegal about the muntjac?
 
Worse is 15minutes after dark knowing you have to deal with multiple reds
ahh but thats self inflicted ! but if you took on a lad to teach your get a fetch and carry in return .?
So glad at my age I'll never have your Dilemma thats why I pay for a guide :rofl:
 
...sunrise over Nottingham ringroad isn't quite the same!
Well now.

Just brought back terrible memories.

Forgive the re-post, but just for those who may have missed it the first time round.

I promise this is true, and it happened in Nottingham to a 'friend' of mine...





A man wanted for murder had fled north.

A team of Scotland Yard's finest tracked him down. He was armed and dangerous and so we called for our SFOs (Specialist Firearms Officers) to come up and join us as it was likely that a dynamic entry would be required.

They were on their way. Somewhere along the line, the host Chief Constable, made contact with the Boss from London and said he would not authorise "Armed London Police stomping around his County".

The SFO teams (already on the M1) turned around and headed back to the Smoke. No drama for them, plenty to be getting on with in London.

Before the arrest team also headed back south, my "friend" went to see the Chief Constable and gave him a full briefing about who was hiding in his County, where he was hiding, who he was with, the firearms they had, and the name of the man he had murdered in London.

So. Over to you Mr Chief Constable Sir - goodbye and good luck.

The team left and went to drive back down south. They had not got half way before they were contacted, and told the Chief Constable had had a change of heart and would they mind all turning around and taking this nasty man back to London.

Long short.

Which is exactly what happened.

As an additional bonus, the County later sent their Firearms Officers down to London on "attachments" and upgraded their firearms training, weapons and capacity.

So. To the point.

Tea and Medals for everyone, and all bar four, stay behind another night to square away paperwork the following morning.

The team have been on the go for days, and the last 48 hours have been "trying".

My 'friend" gets the beers in, and the team has a 'de-brief' in the hotel bar. It is well earned. The team go to bed about two in the morning.

At about 0500 hours, my 'friend' wakes in need of the loo. He opens the toilet room door - which immediately closes behind him - to find himself naked, and locked out in the corridor of the biggest hotel in the County. Glass fronted so he can see all of the County and all of the County can see him.

As a highly trained individual, he relied now on that training like his life depended on it.

He ran 50 yards one way along the corridor. Stopped, ran 100 yards the other way. Stopped. Cried a bit - then saw a tray of used food outside someone else's door.

He reached down and picked up a soiled red napkin and placed in over his most vulnerable area. Oh God this is a nightmare.

Running down three flights to the reception desk, my 'friend' thanked the Gods for the small mercy that the member of staff on duty that night was a man.

The receptionist, glanced up and as calmly as you like said:-

"Locked yourself out of your room sir?"

He said it so matter of factly, that it must be the most regular occurrence in the hotel industry.

A new key "cut" and my 'friend' minced over to the evaluator - pressed the call button - and said a silent prayer that the lift would be empty when it arrived. It was.

The hero of the story, somehow made it back to his room without meeting anyone else, and fell onto his bed and began to giggle hysterically.

Later at breakfast.

"Morning Boss, you sleep all right?"

"Yes. Fine. Fine. Very well. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Just went to bed and slept. That's it. Nothing else. Just slept..."🤥




Still makes me quiver to recall it.
 
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