Not a lot to do with hunting or bushcraft, but an amusing incident
I was standing in the street waiting for a cab, dressed in building site clothes, with a large coil of pipe, a fold-up ladder and a HOOJ toolbox.
A teenage chav with a particularly annoying bum-fluff beard and horrid ball-cap is eyeing me up suspiciously.
Hoodrat: Officer, officer what's your badge number?
I ignore him
Hoodrat: Ay Federale, what you watching me for?
After a while he's joined by two of his little chums, they cross the road and one of them comes up to me
2nd Hoodrat [pointing at my pile of tools]" these two reckon you're undercover, but I'm not thinkin' that, how would you chase anyone with all-a-diss?
SBW [pointing to stomach] Or with this?
Hoodrat's 2: laughs
Hoodrat: He is he's undercover init!
SBW: [to 2nd hoodrat] If I'm undercover your mate's a real gangster
Hoodrat's 2 and 3 crack up laughing
Hoodrat: Yeah you're funny
2nd Hoodrat: ' Nah blood, face it, you've been served
Hoodrat's 2 and 3 crack up laughing
There SBW 'down with the kids' who'da thunk it?
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