Lost for words !

Its not often that I am lost for words. On this occasion however, I was asked to shoot a fox that had killed some poultry which belonged to a very posh lady who lived in a very posh house. On arrival there were over thirty rabbits running around in her horse paddock. I thought I could be on to something here. I quickly mentioned these rabbits, but was put in my place with a very firm "NO, I like to see them run around". Oh dear !

Well, I laid in wait for the fox, who turned up quite early on. It was still broad daylight. The posh lady was watching the proceedings out of an upstairs window. I was thinking that this will not end well. There was only one thing to do, so I shot the fox. It was a nice clean kill at about 120 yards. I collected the fox and took it back to my car. The posh lady was standing there, crying. Tears everywhere. What could I say ?

Trying to appease the situation I said that it was a clean kill, and the animal died instantly, and it did not suffer. She continued sobbing. She then walked over to the fox and said that she had raised some of the poultry from when they had hatched. Then she proceeded to kick the dead fox. I mean proper kicks, and a lot of them, whilst swearing at it (not like a posh lady). I was lost for words.

 

[Hambone]

It takes all sorts.

 

[HonestJohn]

Yeah I’d be walking away from that permission pretty damn quick

 

[ion]

I have a photo somewhere of a grand old lady kicking a young red stag that we had shot in her flower bed.
Personally I think the reaction described by old 30-06 was perfectly understandable.

 

[Hambone]

I have a photo somewhere of a grand old lady kicking a young red stag that we had shot in her flower bed.
Personally I think the reaction described by old 30-06 was perfectly understandable.

I don't.

 

[kenbro]

She might kick the schitt outta old 30-06 if he upsets her!
KB.

 

[HonestJohn]

She might kick the schitt outta old 30-06 if he upsets her!
KB.

Now there’s a post of interest, pics please !

 

[WalkedUp]

A very odd situation, continued involvement cannot end well.

I was asked by an English woman in Wales to shoot a fox that had got a taste for her chickens. Next time I saw her I showed her the pictures of the dead fox. She was visibly disgusted and I eventually lost all access to that land.

 

[roebuck220]

A fair few years ago now I was lured to a lady's house to shoot a fox that had been eating her chicken's, can see it coming across the field from the bedroom window every night she tells me, anyway turns out there was no fox and i'm not sure there were even any chicken's. Went back a few nights just to be certain!!! Happy days.

 

[opticron1]

Congratulations on taking the fox out. You did what she asked you to do and if a similar situation arises - she knows who to ask. She might still ask about the rabbits in the future, but obviously enjoys watching them.
As to her giving the fox a good kicking - she obviously misses her chooks, especially if she's reared them from the egg stage and was releasing a bit of her inner frustration despite being an animal lover.

 

[Swedish]

Clearly batsh!t crazy, got one that lives very near to Swedish Towers. We keep her very much at arms length!

 

[Archer]

A very odd situation, continued involvement cannot end well.

I was asked by an English woman in Wales to shoot a fox that had got a taste for her chickens. Next time I saw her I showed her the pictures of the dead fox. She was visibly disgusted and I eventually lost all access to that land.

I don't show pics of rabbits or foxes to the landowner - or really discuss how the visits go, l just keep it to a basic all done for this trip chat. Politeness but nothing that might upset them works for me . Handing over venison however can start a really good chat about the land and the deer on their land

 

[Klenchblaize]

Back in the day I was put in touch with a charming but mildly eccentric retired Lady Doctor. My first tasking was to shoot, skin and help butcher an old black Tup!

That introduction led to some of the finest rabbit and fox shooting it's been my good fortune to enjoy. Also enjoyed many cooked breakfasts on her terrace overlooking Palmer's "Golden Valley" after a morning's shooting.

K

 

[geoshot]

I was introduced to a landowner by a work colleague, the poor fella had a decent bit of ground which was plagued by Fallow
Upon arrival to do a bit of a recce I was confronted by his wife - sounds like she might be related to the lady in the OP as she was rather posh, and a "bit of a character"
She told me in no uncertain terms that there was no way I was to shoot any deer on "her land"
I promptly left thinking that would be the last I heard of that
However, a few months later I answered a phone call from her husband's phone, but it was her voice
She asked, or demanded, that I return to deal with "these f***ing abominations of deer - they're destroying my rose beds!!"
I should have known better
But
I returned and had another scout around the place and saw way too much deer sign - eventually I got set up, using their detached garage's loft as a very comfortable high seat of sorts
I managed to shoot two fallow
What happened next still haunts me
After I texted them to say that I was done the lady of the house came running out to inspect things and enquired what I was going to do next
And of couse I told her that I was going to bleed out the carcasses
She asked, with WAY too much excitement, if she could do that
Still dunno why but I agreed to let her, thinking it would keep her onside
Before I could explain to her what I meant she ran back into the house and returned with a chef's knife and slashed their throats
Scariest thing I've seen on a deer cull
I didn't hang around for "refreshments" that she offered - and only ever went back to cull more if she wasn't about the place

 

[Klenchblaize]

I was introduced to a landowner by a work colleague, the poor fella had a decent bit of ground which was plagued by Fallow
Upon arrival to do a bit of a recce I was confronted by his wife - sounds like she might be related to the lady in the OP as she was rather posh, and a "bit of a character"
She told me in no uncertain terms that there was no way I was to shoot any deer on "her land"
I promptly left thinking that would be the last I heard of that
However, a few months later I answered a phone call from her husband's phone, but it was her voice
She asked, or demanded, that I return to deal with "these f***ing abominations of deer - they're destroying my rose beds!!"
I should have known better
But
I returned and had another scout around the place and saw way too much deer sign - eventually I got set up, using their detached garage's loft as a very comfortable high seat of sorts
I managed to shoot two fallow
What happened next still haunts me
After I texted them to say that I was done the lady of the house came running out to inspect things and enquired what I was going to do next
And of couse I told her that I was going to bleed out the carcasses
She asked, with WAY too much excitement, if she could do that
Still dunno why but I agreed to let her, thinking it would keep her onside
Before I could explain to her what I meant she ran back into the house and returned with a chef's knife and slashed their throats
Scariest thing I've seen on a deer cull
I didn't hang around for "refreshments" that she offered - and only ever went back to cull more if she wasn't about the place

I dunno what your problem is! Sounds like an ideal person to meet at the local Village Hall "Divorcee Night".

Hell, I've had liver thrown at me and lived!

K

 

[AGR]

I dunno what your problem is! Sounds like an ideal person to meet at the local Village Hall "Divorcee Night".

Hell, I've had liver thrown at me and lived!

K

You have a divorcee night at your village hall??

 

[Dickie]

A friend had a similar experience to shoot a roe buck that had ruined the photography of a ladies daughters wedding pictures, by eating all the rose buds the night before the wedding, once the deed was done out she came putting the boot in and calling the roe buck a barsteward amongst other things.

 

[HonestJohn]

I was introduced to a landowner by a work colleague, the poor fella had a decent bit of ground which was plagued by Fallow
Upon arrival to do a bit of a recce I was confronted by his wife - sounds like she might be related to the lady in the OP as she was rather posh, and a "bit of a character"
She told me in no uncertain terms that there was no way I was to shoot any deer on "her land"
I promptly left thinking that would be the last I heard of that
However, a few months later I answered a phone call from her husband's phone, but it was her voice
She asked, or demanded, that I return to deal with "these f***ing abominations of deer - they're destroying my rose beds!!"
I should have known better
But
I returned and had another scout around the place and saw way too much deer sign - eventually I got set up, using their detached garage's loft as a very comfortable high seat of sorts
I managed to shoot two fallow
What happened next still haunts me
After I texted them to say that I was done the lady of the house came running out to inspect things and enquired what I was going to do next
And of couse I told her that I was going to bleed out the carcasses
She asked, with WAY too much excitement, if she could do that
Still dunno why but I agreed to let her, thinking it would keep her onside
Before I could explain to her what I meant she ran back into the house and returned with a chef's knife and slashed their throats
Scariest thing I've seen on a deer cull
I didn't hang around for "refreshments" that she offered - and only ever went back to cull more if she wasn't about the place

What can I say, people like their roses!

 

[old keeper]

I had a smallholder who asked me to remove the rabbits that were causing major problems on her land. I arrived and we had a brief chat before I began operations. She was very pleased to see me, but before leaving, she said, "You won't shoot the little ones, will you?" When I pointed out that within a very short time, they will be big ones, she said, " Please leave them, they're so cute". So I left them, and came back a few weeks later and shot them. She was quite happy!