
Have you ever been chased from a field by a shotgun-wielding maniac? Ever removed city arseholes from your field whilst innocently carrying a shotgun? Tell us your farm stories.
( , Thu 24 May 2012, 13:19)
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My grandad had a small farm, and he kept working well into his seventies. One windy day I arrived to find him walking down the yard carrying two buckets of water. I offered to carry them for him. "No lad", he said, "they're to stop me getting blown over."
He used to go out into the hen-field and grab a hen for sunday lunch. As he got older it became more and more difficult for him to catch the hen. So he took to using a shotgun. Blasting a hen from 1m away with a shotgun doesn't leave much hen behind.
( , Fri 25 May 2012, 8:59, Reply)
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