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The Most Curious Thing....

As I was shovelling shite this morning, a very weasely fellow sidled up behind me. When I noted his presence, his "Mr Miles?" brought my guard up instantly.

Rightly too.

He was a sniffer dog sent out by 'Tenant Services'. It appears that zeroing your rifle in your own back yard into a steel funnel pellet trap affixed securely to a concrete wall is deemed 'Unusual activity' for which ordinarily one must beg and submit for permission to engage in.
In his view.
So say, the noise and disturbance caused by my infrequent pellet tests has aroused concern from unnamed parties. I directed him to contact the plaintiffs to suggest they grow up and address their concerns to me directly. He told me "That's not how it works these days'. I regretfully agreed that he may be right.
I have been warned that my chickens need to write in and seek the councils blessing. I passed this message onto them, but I'm not entirely certain they understood. Perhaps the white one did as she spat her disdain on the floor from her back-end...

It seems also that feeding the remains of a pigeon to your dog in your back garden is a no-no...

I tidied the feathers afterwards!

Well, this evening, I perused my postage stamp kingdom through my telescopic ocular so that I may spy any invaders. Sure enough, there on my lawn feasting his fat breasts was my old adversary Mr Pujin.

I ruefully gazed, powerless to act in the manner my muscles urged. Perhaps it was the power of my concentration that did it, but all of a sudden he appeared to suffer a catastrophic aneurism! His head literally exploded before my eyes!

Dear God! Says I as I rushed to don my hat and coat. Hastily I stumbled out the door with the first aid kit and 999 pre-dialed on my mobile telephonic device.
The striken blighter was, alas, stone dead.
I sobbed inside as I carried his broken little body into my domicile. Blood was still pumping from his horrific trauma and dripping on the concrete, I made a mental note to wash the path lest any offended parties get the wrong impression!

I performed a rudimentary autopsy;

Whilst quite clearly a horrendous stroke of some description, if I were into conspiracy theories I'd be tempted to say that this was the work of a JSB Exact 8.4gr pellet sent flying at approximately 9-10ft/lbs from a Webley ValueMax .177 spring piston air rifle from around 12-15 yards at a downward 30 degree angle!

Blubbering like a little school girl, my dear lady love shushed and cradled me as I wailed and lamented at the catastrophe I had witnessed. I felt so powerless, how could God allow such terror and awfulness to befall such a fluffy feathered wonder as this. Yes the beggar was in my garden, but WHY GOD WHY!

My anguished cries most certainly prompted numerous more calls to Mr Weasel at Tenant Services, so I resolved to be rid of the evidence...


The dog thought so too!

Plans I Am A Making...

Posts of late have been sporadic at best, for this I do apologise. This is a reflection of my priorities at present and an indication that, whilst not intentional neglect, my attention has been required elsewhere in matters evidently deemed more important!

To the many readers still coming through from across the world, I humbly thank you and can make you a sincere promise of content yet to come. I haven't settled on too many specifics, I prefer not to, but the idea I have is something along these lines;

  • More outdoor living;
This will be achieved by re-organising my Bergen and equipment. I hope to bring my loyal friend along, a 16 week old Staffordshire bull terrier puppy. Once complete I should be set to go 'walk-about'.
  • In depth accounts of these short, but intensive spells of truly nomadic living (as opposed to 'static' nomadic living as was!)
  • More airgun hunting!
  • Possibly some videos from time to time.

Of course, I have a family to provide for, (so meat to kill!) so my forays will be limited to probably 3 days at a time, hopefully every other week/ every month.

The very idea has given me much needed hope and aspiration as I continue to adjust to a world that leaves me feeling so profoundly detached and disconnected to the land. I walk the dog on the common every day and smile each time at the existence of an allotted 'sanctioned' exercise area. The insanity of it makes me chuckle deeply. The whole Earth is my playground and I'll be damned if I march the same green mile.

HW35 & HW35k .22 Iron Sights Shooting and Grouping

After procuring a pair of excellent HW35's, I was curious to return to shooting with irons and see how the groups compared to shooting with the aid of telescopic sights.
Just a fun 'shoot n see' video for the pleasure of all you fellow airgun addicts!

This video is due to be released on a new YouTube Channel 'AirgunAddicts' alongside a new blog