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My dad sometimes took us to Kent where we'd shoot Rabbits and the occasional Pheasant with an air rifle. Pheasants have probably got to be the dumbest animals alive as on the way back from golf my dad would sometimes pull up on the verge and go and stun (then wring it's neck) one with one of his clubs and we'd hang it in the cellar to eat in the next day or so.


I could still probably skin and gut a rabbit.

bigbadwolf Wrote:

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> My dad sometimes took us to Kent where we'd shoot

> Rabbits and the occasional Pheasant with an air

> rifle. Pheasants have probably got to be the

> dumbest animals alive as on the way back from golf

> my dad would sometimes pull up on the verge and go

> and stun (then wring it's neck) one with one of

> his clubs and we'd hang it in the cellar to eat in

> the next day or so.

>

> I could still probably skin and gut a rabbit.


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Remember the smell still ? peeling the skin off like a wet suit & that film between skin & carcass. I get a fair few pheasant in the season if you fancy the odd brace.



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gawd, that brings back memories, used to work for the fruit and veg sellers in the offices above at nine elms, sorting out dock tickets, making tea and answering the switchboard in a cockney accent. The highlight of the week was all the office staff being given a bag of fruit and veg to take home on a friday, i was paid ?35 a week :-S

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