Sir Guy Wallace - The End of the Game

Whatever one thinks of Guy (I'm sure he wouldn't give a ...k anyway), he is a one off. He is from an era where most of us who have done similar, have used bad language and what may be called racist language. I apologise (if necessary) to anyone I have offended by the terms I used when in similar situations in earlier life, but that was then par for the course. Some folk will change and some won't, I like to think I have but I would never criticize those who can't or don't want to. :tiphat: :british:
 
Whatever one thinks of Guy (I'm sure he wouldn't give a ...k anyway), he is a one off. He is from an era where most of us who have done similar, have used bad language and what may be called racist language. I apologise (if necessary) to anyone I have offended by the terms I used when in similar situations in earlier life, but that was then par for the course. Some folk will change and some won't, I like to think I have but I would never criticize those who can't or don't want to. :tiphat: :british:
Nice one, Mr G
 
I have just watched this, I can only say it was excellent, although I found his living arrangements at the time quite horrifying, that frying pan!
 
Has anyone watched this on youtube? It features Guy Wallace on buffalo (Black death) as they call them. Its a must watch after your turkey dinner.

Watched it on Christmas Eve. Great watch, interesting characters.

I thought the vegans‘ realisation, and a change of his lifelong held view, at the end that hunting had its place and that he understood it after experiencing the hunt of Cape buffalo (as an observer); actually quite a refreshing opinion (to come from a vegan), for a change.

was trying to work out which estate the old lad was working on in Caithness?
 
I found this both riveting viewing and a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. A man who has lived life to the full - under his terms but now living in a world that has undergone a seismic shift in attitudes. Bless the old bugger!
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I first encountered Guy Wallace during the late 1990s when he was delivering a talk on dog training. His opening question to the audience was ‘Have we any women, Welshman or w*gs here?’. A lady and I made our presence known; fortunately, perhaps, nobody belonged to his third category. Having shocked us into attention with his opening gambit the ensuing talk confirmed him as an accomplished, engaging speaker and a master of his craft. Sometimes appalling, always unapologetic and a proud relic of an era long since gone, Wallace’s delight in shocking delicate sensibilities made him unsafe in polite company. Nevertheless, he was impossible to dislike and I was saddened to learn of his death last March.
 
I first encountered Guy Wallace during the late 1990s when he was delivering a talk on dog training. His opening question to the audience was ‘Have we any women, Welshman or w*gs here?’. A lady and I made our presence known; fortunately, perhaps, nobody belonged to his third category. Having shocked us into attention with his opening gambit the ensuing talk confirmed him as an accomplished, engaging speaker and a master of his craft. Sometimes appalling, always unapologetic and a proud relic of an era long since gone, Wallace’s delight in shocking delicate sensibilities made him unsafe in polite company. Nevertheless, he was impossible to dislike and I was saddened to learn of his death last March.
I met Guy a couple of times and twice he asked me to put my GWP in the show ring at the Oxfordshire deer fair and at the Welsh game fair, my young daughter who walked the dog around the ring and who is now in her thirties still has the rosette that he awarded the dog. (She still laughs at the couple of show-dog GWP lady owners whose noses were really put out and showed off when comparing their dogs to our GWP. "He's rather fine" was the comment.)

A couple of guys who I worked with had a fair bit to do with Guy in the distant past and had a few tails to tell about him and his sometimes cruel dog training methods. Yes he was certainly one of life's characters.
 
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