devon deer
Well-known member
Hi All,
As above, just wondered how it might differ from my home to yours.
When i was a kid I lived on the outskirts of a large city, but within 20 minutes walking i could be in the countryside.
My mother was a farmers daughter, but my father was an ex miner and foundary worker.
She was for hunting, he was against it.
Whilst my friends would head into the city, i would head out into the country.
So at the age of 10 i asked for an air rifle, no chance was the answer, so i made a bow out of a piece of hazel, fashioned some arrows out of wood dowelling, fixed feathers and out i went poaching on farmers fields!
It must have taken me about 12 months before i finally walked into my home, bow in one hand and rabbit held proudly in the other, this i thought would make him give in, no chance, so i carried on, and then made a catapult, using steel ball bearings and marbles i became quite efficient with it and shot a few rabbits and roosting pigeons.
So at 12 years of age my father gave in, i got my first air rifle, look out bunnies!, saved some money from selling the bunnies to a butcher and bought my first shotgun at 17, carried on until mid 20's, then married had kids and hunting went on the back burner until we moved into a small village when i was in my mid 30's, luckily my new neighbour had access to some hunting grounds (no public lands to shoot over in the UK and many anti hunters) and the rest as they say is history.
Cheers
Richard
As above, just wondered how it might differ from my home to yours.
When i was a kid I lived on the outskirts of a large city, but within 20 minutes walking i could be in the countryside.
My mother was a farmers daughter, but my father was an ex miner and foundary worker.
She was for hunting, he was against it.
Whilst my friends would head into the city, i would head out into the country.
So at the age of 10 i asked for an air rifle, no chance was the answer, so i made a bow out of a piece of hazel, fashioned some arrows out of wood dowelling, fixed feathers and out i went poaching on farmers fields!
It must have taken me about 12 months before i finally walked into my home, bow in one hand and rabbit held proudly in the other, this i thought would make him give in, no chance, so i carried on, and then made a catapult, using steel ball bearings and marbles i became quite efficient with it and shot a few rabbits and roosting pigeons.
So at 12 years of age my father gave in, i got my first air rifle, look out bunnies!, saved some money from selling the bunnies to a butcher and bought my first shotgun at 17, carried on until mid 20's, then married had kids and hunting went on the back burner until we moved into a small village when i was in my mid 30's, luckily my new neighbour had access to some hunting grounds (no public lands to shoot over in the UK and many anti hunters) and the rest as they say is history.
Cheers
Richard