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Yeah that happens.. Generally in farmed deer it is a single animal rather than multiple animals that do it.

That was probably somewhat predictable. I like the shit stirring aspect of it though.

On ya Winnie. Top cop is not going to join your fan club now.

Nice work place.

Yep it is all fucked up. I saw a goose with some very young goslings a couple of days ago.

They are roaring on the farm over the river from me.

It is true that I have many natural talents and several records in the Guinness book.

This 12 was going off 144 yards from my front door this morning. Check out the pheasant above him as well. I must be getting old as I had no desire to get a rifle down. I just enjoyed the moment....

Even better! No mud and piss on their bellies.

Nice spiker.

On ya Pointer. Credit where credit is due.

MSL, I have spent time in Friwi's company and I can testify that the garlic is neutralised by the blue cheese.

Ha ha ha ha you are baking that question of me Gibo? I am the anti geek. Ask someone else that knows that a hard drive is not really the section of road through Skippers Canyon.

Post a clip from it.

She is really getting into it Gibo. Look at the scrunched up toes.

It is easy to see the correlation to the myth in what you say though. Frosty conditions provide the best conditions hence roaring is more prevalent (I know I am quoting out of syntax). It is not...

Good stuff Friwi.

Well done Friwi. Was the three hour haul out about distance, difficulty, fitness or as in my case, the passing of years causing knees to not function as smoothly as they once did under weight?

It is an elite club that I am in then Pointer.

Bloody well done Monk.

Only you and I know that in Brad's case mr means midget rarker. Mind you with mates like Dundee and Pengy you can understand why he has built a level of intolerance.

Good work guys.

Nice deer your wife got rob

Dundee would not have seen that animal. He is so short he would have walked right under its belly and thought to himself "those four tree trunks are spaced just like deer legs. Ha ha ha ha.

God to hear I am not the only man in the dog box.