Dead animal trip.
Father and I were ambushed into going to Scotland with some family friends to stay in a "charming" cottage next to a lake for a week.On the way there, a deer jumped in front of the car and was killed "almost" instantly ("almost" because it was bleeding profusely,panting and pooing lots - t´was finished off by a man with a hacksaw,poor bugger.)We arrived at the cottage - as promised it was charming and pretty and rural and everything you don´t give a shit about when you´re 17 and traumatised by a recent beheading...Two days later it was infested with flies.Biblical style.We couldn´t sleep or eat in the cottage,such was the magnitude of the invasion.So we slept outside.With a herd of cows.And no tents.
The next day we investigated the source of the fly-plague,and after about 3 hours, discovered a bloated,pungent,almost-green cow carcass about 30 feet away in a bush.
We decided that enough was enough,so our fortnight long holiday was cut short - we went to the nearest town (Oban) and spent 3 days getting pissed on some rather lovely Scotch.
I would rather be shot through my eyeball than go camping/lake watching/anywhere rural again.
(shirleytemplesarse, Fri 30 Mar 2012, 14:40, 3 replies)

how the hell do you finish something off with a hacksaw?

(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Fri 30 Mar 2012, 15:02, closed)

Not with any great speed I expect.

( Pig Bodine., Fri 30 Mar 2012, 15:44, closed)

Well,"you" cut the head off - it´s not quick and very unpleasant.
(shirleytemplesarse, Wed 4 Apr 2012, 10:53, closed)