So i was asked to take Ted my Terrier, now he is a bushing machine and the thicker the better but he dose have a tendency to get away from me on open land, which isnt a problem when bushing with the Lurchers, but obously frustrating when shooting.
So we were now looking for Pheasants, but there is also allot of Foxes and other vermin in them wood piles so you never know.
Ted
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There was a Fox sun bathing hear but we just couldn't get close enough
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Ted dispatching a Rook for us
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Ted deep inside the wood pile and Fudge searching for a way in
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The mole catcher had a good morning as well
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End of day
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I think the all the Pheasants had taken a battering from the storm the night before, typically we had been tripping over them all summer.
But never mind there was enough sport, but not as tasty.
Dave.