Thursday, 4 December 2008

Birthday Post


My trip to the West London Shooting School was fantastic, a really great day out. But that story'll have to wait for another day.

In the meantime, through meeting a couple of his friends, I've been able to pierce the veil of James's characteristically english understatement; as the guys would have it James has a long reputation as a bunny slayer of some repute. So I was delighted when he gave me a copy of his latest DVD on hunting rabbits with air rifles for my birthday.

To many of you not living in old blighty, rabbits are hunted with .22 and shotguns. Here every country lad (and a few city ones too) starts out with an over-the-counter air rifle (legally limited to 12lb and good for a range of about 120 feet) and has to learn to get into range.

Here's a taster


If you'd like to learn how he gets so close, are wondering what the english equivalent of David E Petzal is like, or are just looking for a crimbo prezzie for the foodie who has everything, you can buy a copy here.

Must dash, birthdays don't celebrate themselves you know!
SBW

6 comments:

  1. Happy Birthday from Canada!

    Cheers,

    Mungo

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  2. Happy Birthday. I hope you had a fabulous day!

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  3. Happy Birthday! And good hunting from an airgun fan.

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  4. Happy Birthday!

    I only got into that decade this last year, myself.

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  5. Feliz cumpleanos and all that kinda stuff!

    Congrats on surviving another year!

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  6. SBW,

    Happy Birthday!


    Now if I only understood what the devil you were writing about...

    Regards,
    Albert A Rasch
    The Rasch Outdoor Chronicles

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Come on in the waters lovely
SBW