Why do people ********?

There will always be somebody who is better than me at everything. Just not the same person thats all.
 
Bloke up ours that's well known for bull shitting told us one day he out with the gauge & shot a pheasant, when he picked it up there was a hare underneath, the pheasant had knocked it out when it landed, not only that under the hare was 1/2lb of mushrooms..:zzz:
 
And when he picked the mushrooms... blue legs no doubt (!) did he uncover a purse of a Roman legionnaire's gold? Some folk are just lucky I guess. Did he as a kid have a downhill paper round too?
 
For years I sometimes mentioned how I used to occasionally shoot flying birds with an air rifle. This was understandably questioned by enough people to make me conclude I'd rather embellished the stories since childhood, so I abandoned it in the bull**** folder to gather brain dust.
A couple of months ago a long lost friend was recounting tales of what we did as kids; he described precisely how he was standing alongside me when I'd nailed a pigeon flying over us. So some seemingly unbelievable stories are actually true...
 
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For years I sometimes mentioned how I used to occasionally shoot flying birds with an air rifle. This was understandably questioned by enough people to make me conclude I'd rather embellished the stories since childhood, so I abandoned it in the ******** folder to gather brain dust.
A couple of months ago a long lost friend was recounting tales of what we did as kids; he described precisely how he was standing alongside me when I'd nailed a pigeon flying over us. So some seemingly unbelievable stories are actually true...

I well believe you, shot one or two flying directly away from me with a .22 rf. Missed a lot as well. :tiphat:
 
I well believe you, shot one or two flying directly away from me with a .22 rf. Missed a lot as well. :tiphat:

I know it is possible as i've done it once as a nasty little boy in Zambia

A flock of starlings flew over head - I shot one by sheer chance - I remember it more because of the behavior of the flock that instantly altered course into a tight group then veered apart again all within a couple of seconds
 
I believe it too - My old man was teaching me how to shoot clay pigeons using his air rifle and whilst making a point swung on a passing bird to demonstrate the swing needed, fully expecting and planning that he would miss.

Because the universe has a sense of humour he of course nailed it and it dropped out of the sky. He felt awful about it for days :D

I've also seen someone shoot a clay pigeon with a air rifle, although it didnt break it. There was just an audible *ping* and the clay visibly wobbled.
 
Used to know a guy who we called "Billy", as in Billy Liar. He would just make stuff up constantly, not necessarily bigging himself up, just random nonsense like he'd just seen the Prime Minister shopping, or he'd bought a Rolls Royce at an auction for only £1000 - we'd say "great, can we see it?", he'd reply stuff like "oh, a guy called at the house last night as he saw it on my drive and offered me £10,000 for it so I sold it". He came up with this sort of stuff daily and everyone called him Billy and some even "hello, here's Billy Liar" to his face and he just laughed it off. In fact, I realize now I never knew his real name! Otherwise he was a nice guy - It's a bit sad really that people can feel they have to do this and it can also get a bit pointless having a conversation with them.

Though in shooting, when you are young, I think it can do harm until you know enough as these guys can make you think you or your gear is not very good since they're apparently shooting stuff way beyond your ability (I remember as a kid that the articles in the air rifle magazines of the 70s and 80s were a bit like that too). It's only as you get experience that you realize what total and utter nonsense they were talking.
 
For years I sometimes mentioned how I used to occasionally shoot flying birds with an air rifle. This was understandably questioned by enough people to make me conclude I'd rather embellished the stories since childhood, so I abandoned it in the bull**** folder to gather brain dust.
A couple of months ago a long lost friend was recounting tales of what we did as kids; he described precisely how he was standing alongside me when I'd nailed a pigeon flying over us. So some seemingly unbelievable stories are actually true...

done that 3 times..once from.the hip..pure luck i know but true all the same
 
I believe you. My father made a box, mounted on a wire with two running wheels. In the box he would put a target and the wire was set on a slop, thus allowing the box to run down a gradient. When I had an open sighted air rifle, he used to set the box off, so I could practice swinging with a gun and helped me move to a shotgun. His father did it to him when he was a child. He also had a large bell suspended from a wire and would set that swinging, making a resounding "ding" when I hit it. Really helped set the foundations for hitting moving targets.
 
I had a good one last week:
I was talking with a guy who shoots pigeons on ground neighbouring mine and he told me that the bloke who now stalks the deer on his ground was a “Licensed deer control officer” who is allowed by law to shoot deer anywhere in Cornwall that he wants!
 
I had a good one last week:
I was talking with a guy who shoots pigeons on ground neighbouring mine and he told me that the bloke who now stalks the deer on his ground was a “Licensed deer control officer” who is allowed by law to shoot deer anywhere in Cornwall that he wants!

probably misread his license, and thinks it gives him the right to shoot anywhere.
 
There was a guy lamping on an estate that i shoot on from a farm that i also have permission on, found out his phone number and gave him a call and just tried to give him a bit of advice but he was having none of it and i told him the owner of the estate had asked me to have a word before they got the police involved!
His reply was that he was a Police informer and go ahead nothing will happen! He no longer shoots in this area.
Another Bull Sh----r
 
35yr ago up Scotland wildfowling a few blokes were decoying on the farm we were stopping on, they had all the gear, brand new nice shiney decoys/hide nets/camo etc

We returned on the afternoon & ended up having the craic with them, I asked what the decoying was like.

He replied that a full skein of geese had come into the field, circled around & landed on the pylon cables crossing the field, but wouldn't come into the decoys...:shock:
 
probably misread his license, and thinks it gives him the right to shoot anywhere.
I thought that too for a moment, but surely nobody is actually that stupid?
what got me was the fact that he’d promoted himself to “officer” :rofl:
I was tempted to tell him that I was actually the “Chief High Commissioner and founder member of the International Association of Licensed Deer Control Officers” but I couldn’t do it without laughing.
 
I was once told by someone who may or may not have been a previous director of the Game Conservancy Trust that a by-law existed in Angus that prohibited the shooting of woodpigeon on a Sunday. I kid you not!
 
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