I took the new Vixen .222 out for it's inaugural outing last night, as a weather forecast seemed fairly do able, saw zero, except rain, or hailstone driven by a nasty breeze, never saw that coming ... Anyhoo, I am now employing strict patch thru and oil regime, fired or not, I want this barrel to be as long lived as is possible.
So have the cleaning & rodding gubbins in the motor, I am quietly doing so outside the house under headtorch ... a loud racket approaches from the pub car park, must have been the usual late one, a quad hurtles past & off down the lane noise finally gone, a few minutes later back it hurtles & slides to a halt next to me, young lad I see on a huge Fendt regularly in the lane, introduces himself .. mentions they have not had any fox control for donkeys years & fed up with them, we swap numbers & I arrange to go see the boundaries in daylight & get a signed permit.
So another 180 acres or so in the bag, big plus is it's only 2 miles from the house and extremely savagely contoured, (Backstops in all directions)
On top of that my other farmer has mentioned the Lamb butchery pack will be at mine on return from Eskdale.

RESULT!