Brings back memory's of my days as a beater. 4 beats a day. bastards always pushed me to to out to the outside end of the line.walk twice as far as anyone else, walking through knee deep heather having to duck for cover when you got near the shooting butts when some retard city shooter didn't obey the stop shooting order and had to have a shot at that last grouse when the beaters were within range. Thing i was about 12 or 13 year old wish I was still as fit
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