Just nice to get out of my darkened room...

[Stalker62]

Conscious of a recent observation given by a respected member on this site...

"I will leave you to go back to your darkened room and think up some more bilge to post".

I make a Herculean effort to leave my darkened room this morning, and go and feed the birds.



Off I trot to the farm.

Need to drop off the box of venison for the local Surgeon (whose Treehouse I have been dwelling in recently). He is the grateful recipient of a full haunch of Roe and both of the loins (which may or may not be 'tender')




The farm jeep, although now has a new motor for the spinner, is still out of commission (new clutch next week), and so I am still going 'old school' and hand scattering.



Several of the feeders have been knocked over, and the surrounding 'slots' give me a clue about who may be responsible.

I find another casualty of the waterlogged upturned feeder hat...



Always a pitiful sight.

Speaking of sights.

The view from the top of one of the hills, is a treat that I need to remind myself, to never take for granted.






On the way home, I notice that the R/N/S rear light on the truck is out (again) for the second time this week.

Got to love a 110.

I am due down in the West Country this weekend on the Reds, and so need to get that squared away.

In the meantime, I best return to my 'darkened room' to think of even more 'bilge' to post...

If you can get out of your own 'darkened rooms' today - I do urge you to do so.

 

[ColinJ]

I’d love to get out of my darkened room, if I could just get out of this jacket. It’s a real pain typing with my toes.

 

[Andyquadra]

If you can get out of your own 'darkened rooms' today - I do urge you to do so.

I normally have a very leisurely Saturday morning, nice lay in. Not so today! Daughter wakes up early, still dark, and isn't feeling well
Not normally an issue, but managed to give myself whiplash yesterday morning! Who'd have thought washing one's hair could be so dangerous.
So, I'm currently sat on the sofa nervously waiting for the next stabbing pain I've even got to prepare just to swallow

I'll have to excuse myself from the fresh air today. Will see what tomorrow brings

 

[Stalker62]

On the way home, I notice that the R/N/S rear light on the truck is out (again) for the second time this week.

Got to love a 110.

OK, well this is embarrassing.

Do you know when you replace what you think is a blown (duel purpose) lamp (which turns out not to be blown) ....



with a (single purpose) lamp?



That really messes with your truck.

Just incase anyone else is likely to make that same 'error'.

On the up side. All fixed and good to go for tomorrow.

 

[willie_gunn]

OK, well this is embarrassing.

Do you know when you replace what you think is a blown (duel purpose) lamp (which turns out not to be blown) ....

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with a (single purpose) lamp?

View attachment 293194

That really messes with your truck.

Just incase anyone else is likely to make that same 'error'.

On the up side. All fixed and good to go for tomorrow.

And what’s the betting, now you have a spare, that you never have a single purpose lamp blow!

Edit: just remembered you have a Landy, so of course it will blow.

 

[Ratel]

Got out of my darkened room yesterday for two trips. First out with team doing deer count by drone, very interesting. Big herds of Fallow, I'm not saying how many, but scary. Most just over out boundary at either end, tomorrow erecting new high seats. A nice view of a Roe or two, not bothering them because they don't bother us at the moment.
Then had a wonderful trip to the Fang farrier pm..
Not pleasant extractions and a very numb mouth and tongue, now replaced by soreness as denture stuck back in. I may have to go to our village pub about 2pm to relieve pain by watching the six Nations, not by drinking as pain relief of course. Then back to dark room for probably tongue pie from swmbo which may force another lie down.

 

[willie_gunn]

Was out this morning on one of our cull days. It all went according to plan, which is unusual, so now have three roe does hanging in the larder. Now need to butcher the one from last week so they can go into the chiller.

 

[bowji john]

If yer coming to the West Country in a 110 then may I take this opportunity to wish you a happy Easter

 

[Stalker62]

If yer coming to the West Country in a 110 then may I take this opportunity to wish you a happy Easter

Rude.



Actually, I plumbed the address into the old 'TomTom' this morning - it's a damn sight further down than I had 'estimated'.

Not for the first time, will I be 'wheels up', in the wee small hours, to get somewhere on time.

 

[12gsnapcaps]

Sounds like an idyllic morning! I have a stomach bug so haven't left the bed yet, although I hope to at some point. A friend found a RWS diana 42 in a skip, complete with scope, which I have been asked to go and take a look at to determine functionality, condition and whether its worth restoring.

 

[The Singing Stalker]

Did I mention covid, trying to break my finger, my truck breaking down, now mechanic not returning my calls. No, it’s not an landy. If I was going to buy something from the land of the green oval it would be a full fat ranger. But I definitely haven’t got enough money to keep one of those on the road. Did I mention my operation? Course I did but nobody was sympathetic to me either. Barstewards.

No transport. That’s a pain.
So for January I managed to get out once, once. Saw a fox that wasn’t stopping. Been home since in my not quite darkened office. At least I can still work from home so I don’t have to sit on here posting drivel and feeling sorry for myself. COS YOU LOT WON'T.
Bit aside from that, all is well with the world. So keep posting your bilge so I can be envious of you getting out.

 

[bowji john]

Rude.



Actually, I plumbed the address into the old 'TomTom' this morning - it's a damn sight further down than I had 'estimated'.

Not for the first time, will I be 'wheels up', in the wee small hours, to get somewhere on time.

I might take the mick out of your 110 but my jimmy throws a wobbly beyond Bodmin

Fortunately Bodmin for me is so far North (10 km) as to be ‘here lies dragons’ country

 

[Dunwaters]

OK, well this is embarrassing.

Do you know when you replace what you think is a blown (duel purpose) lamp (which turns out not to be blown) ....

View attachment 293193

with a (single purpose) lamp?

View attachment 293194

That really messes with your truck.

Just incase anyone else is likely to make that same 'error'.

On the up side. All fixed and good to go for tomorrow.

Are you sure its fixed?
Those bulbs have socket different fittings, bunging the wrong one into the socket can seriously bugger it up.

 

[Stalker62]

Fortunately Bodmin for me is so far North (10 km) as to be ‘here lies dragons’ country

Spent many years traveling down to Cornwall for the diving.



Bodmin was always (odd) a stop off/watering hole.



Once got so drunk, three of us ran from the pub (Jamaica Inn) to the top of Brown Willy...(insert own punchline here)



I think even the Cornish find Bodmin 'strange'...

hic sunt dracones


Great times.

 

[bowji john]

Yup

No more than 4 miles from Jamaica inn is a shooting range where you can shoot from 100 yards to 1 mile

 

[Oh6]

Yup

No more than 4 miles from Jamaica inn is a shooting range where you can shoot from 100 yards to 1 mile

What range is that?

 

[bowji john]

Bunty's

 

[Foxyboy43]

Well then, long before most left their respective bed in their own darkened room this morning I was up and about the even darker countryside after a particularly evasive and troublesome fox - from silly o’clock til full daylight.
Needless to say no amount of calls and calling had any response but it was lovely to be out and about when any sane person is still in the arms of Morpheus. As ever the thermal reveals so many things that I would never have seen otherwise though what it did show was bird-shaped and of many differing sizes, most of them tucked up low in the hedgerow. Always a surprise just how low little birds roost - well within fox jumping distance but maybe their scent stays above his/her line of scenting - for chrissake, that last bit reads like I am buying into the binary nonsense!
Anyway, a couple of uneventful hours in (actually out) and about 15 minutes after half-light a dark shadow stepped out of the small glen I overlooked, a quick peep with the thermal revealed a really nice fox walking calmly right to left about 130 yards away, clearly not bothered by my calls and by its nonchalance, me - but then I was in full camo, veiled and be-gloved and backed into the hedgerow thus invisible to man and, for sure, beast.
The by now usual comedy smoothly-oiled routine ensued which consisted of:-
* dropping gently lowering the thermal spotter (fortunately held on paracord loop - I’m no fool);
* turning on the Pard008P - actually it was already on, so ahem, really I turned it off - so it will come as no surprise that I had to seamlessly repeat the turning it on bit;
* switching on the add-on IR (fortunately it really was off - (no - I don’t know how either);
* remembering to hit the record button on the Pard - only I didn’t, so when I did turn it back on again I had to repeat the record button bit, (hmmm “repeat’ seems to crop up quite often) successfully this time; and finally
* frantically calmly pan the area with the Pard to pick up the fox………
All the while and despite the utter chaos Mr/Mrs Fox it had carried serenely on on it’s merry way across the meadow.
By sheer luck/perseverance I spotted the fox in full stride and with a sort of strangulated cross somewhere between a duck quack and “hoi” I brought it to a perfect bewildered broadside-on halt. Breathing fully under control (liar), triple deuce firmly held by B&Q’s deluxe quads, crosshairs bouncing firmly centred on chest, gentle increase of trigger-finger pressure and away flew 50 gns of Mr Hornady‘s finest Vmax set atop my own favourite recipe of N120 and which always confirms a solid hit by a resounding ‘whomppp!” - easypeasy!
Voila……



Err, except I missed (yes, I know - again)! Stupid skoolboy error, at least 45 degrees downhill 130 yards shot and I aimed straight at the beast rather than a tad low.
Soooo, the few, one more astute SD chaps might remember (a long time ago) reading the title of this thread - something about getting out of your darkened room, I think. Well I did, and I do and while I am able to shall continue to do so because I love it all, with a passion. Who knows I might even hit something next time….
Still feel a bit of a twonk though. Silly FB….

 

[ColinJ]

Well then, long before most left their respective bed in their own darkened room this morning I was up and about the even darker countryside after a particularly evasive and troublesome fox - from silly o’clock til full daylight.
Needless to say no amount of calls and calling had any response but it was lovely to be out and about when any sane person is still in the arms of Morpheus. As ever the thermal reveals so many things that I would never have seen otherwise though what it did show was bird-shaped and of many differing sizes, most of them tucked up low in the hedgerow. Always a surprise just how low little birds roost - well within fox jumping distance but maybe their scent stays above his/her line of scenting - for chrissake, that last bit reads like I am buying into the binary nonsense!
Anyway, a couple of uneventful hours in (actually out) and about 15 minutes after half-light a dark shadow stepped out of the small glen I overlooked, a quick peep with the thermal revealed a really nice fox walking calmly right to left about 130 yards away, clearly not bothered by my calls and by its nonchalance, me - but then I was in full camo, veiled and be-gloved and backed into the hedgerow thus invisible to man and, for sure, beast.
The by now usual comedy smoothly-oiled routine ensued which consisted of:-
* dropping gently lowering the thermal spotter (fortunately held on paracord loop - I’m no fool);
* turning on the Pard008P - actually it was already on, so ahem, really I turned it off - so it will come as no surprise that I had to seamlessly repeat the turning it on bit;
* switching on the add-on IR (fortunately it really was off - (no - I don’t know how either);
* remembering to hit the record button on the Pard - only I didn’t, so when I did turn it back on again I had to repeat the record button bit, (hmmm “repeat’ seems to crop up quite often) successfully this time; and finally
* frantically calmly pan the area with the Pard to pick up the fox………
All the while and despite the utter chaos Mr/Mrs Fox it had carried serenely on on it’s merry way across the meadow.
By sheer luck/perseverance I spotted the fox in full stride and with a sort of strangulated cross somewhere between a duck quack and “hoi” I brought it to a perfect bewildered broadside-on halt. Breathing fully under control (liar), triple deuce firmly held by B&Q’s deluxe quads, crosshairs bouncing firmly centred on chest, gentle increase of trigger-finger pressure and away flew 50 gns of Mr Hornady‘s finest Vmax set atop my own favourite recipe of N120 and which always confirms a solid hit by a resounding ‘whomppp!” - easypeasy!
Voila……

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Err, except I missed (yes, I know - again)! Stupid skoolboy error, at least 45 degrees downhill 130 yards shot and I aimed straight at the beast rather than a tad low.
Soooo, the few, one more astute SD chaps might remember (a long time ago) reading the title of this thread - something about getting out of your darkened room, I think. Well I did, and I do and while I am able to shall continue to do so because I love it all, with a passion. Who knows I might even hit something next time….
Still feel a bit of a twonk though. Silly FB….

The only thing that would have improved this tale would be if you were using sticks that you had won in the SD prize draw, rather than the B&Q variety!!

 

[Foxyboy43]

The only thing that would have improved this tale would be if you were using sticks that you had won in the SD prize draw, rather than the B&Q variety!!

Excuse me - that was totally uncalled for, I really expected much more from a fellow loser member of this elite bunch of ne’er do wells group of gentlemen deerstalkers.
Now ver is mein liszt?