fox hunting in England

.... you took a chance being their in the troubles, people who do that sort of thing are not wired right.
Me? Yes, I suppose you're right. LOL! I was a soldier in Vietnam '66-'67 through no fault of my own, but then travelling as a civilian during the Civil War in Beirut, residing in Rhodesia during the bush wars, Northern Ireland during that shit show, last-minute re-routing along the Afghan/Pakistan border in 1979, and traversing Khmer Rouge territory at the tail end of that madness. I wasn't seeking out treachery, it just seemed that war was along the route to everywhere I wanted to go. :dunno: I wanted to experience the world and it was a case of "now or never".
 
i think it is a cruel blood sport.

it is outlawed in England now.

i hope this law is obeyed.
It’s already outlawed, not sure what you are getting at.
 
Me? Yes, I suppose you're right. LOL! I was a soldier in Vietnam '66-'67 through no fault of my own, but then travelling as a civilian during the Civil War in Beirut, residing in Rhodesia during the bush wars, Northern Ireland during that shit show, last-minute re-routing along the Afghan/Pakistan border in 1979, and traversing Khmer Rouge territory at the tail end of that madness. I wasn't seeking out treachery, it just seemed that war was along the route to everywhere I wanted to go. :dunno: I wanted to experience the world and it was a case of "now or never".
Well you certainly lived on the edge, i know something about Irish history and what were called the troubles, two Cousins served in the British army at the time when it was bad in the 70s, off course when they joined they probably didn't expect to be on the streets of Belfast or living in a ditch in South Armagh for days observing the border, my best mate who i knew from School lived in Donegall for several years his Wife was Scottish but had been raised in Ireland one night he went to the local pub with his Brother in law no problem but after a few visits noticed the locals looking at him which he mentioned to his Brother in law, this was a small village, he was told the Boy's or the IRA knew an Englishman was living in the village which made him feel a little uneasy but nothing ever happened to him he lived there for years
 
Shows how little you know about the subject, they call it blooding like some Satanic dark art, they are sick people, looks like it takes place in the US as well which is no surprise many of them seem to enjoy murdering animals for fun, this shit started in the 16th century.

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Well, everybody I knew who killed deer in Montana did it for meat, your "Satanic dark art" notwithstanding.


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Well you certainly lived on the edge,
I didn't plan it that way.
i know something about Irish history and what were called the troubles, two Cousins served in the British army at the time when it was bad in the 70s, off course when they joined they probably didn't expect to be on the streets of Belfast or living in a ditch in South Armagh for days observing the border,
As you know, Belfast itself was sectioned off. Each was controlled by its own unit. Check-points at nearly ever intersection. I once saw what appeared to be a minscule chip of red brick protruding from the corner of a building. The "chip" grew. I was curious so I watched it not knowing what it was. Slowly, slowly, ever so slowly it grew and after quite some time revealed itself to be the full profile of a British soldier in full kit. Danger lurked everywhere and he knew it.
my best mate who i knew from School lived in Donegall for several years his Wife was Scottish but had been raised in Ireland one night he went to the local pub with his Brother in law no problem but after a few visits noticed the locals looking at him which he mentioned to his Brother in law, this was a small village, he was told the Boy's or the IRA knew an Englishman was living in the village which made him feel a little uneasy but nothing ever happened to him he lived there for years
Those were really dangerous times to be sure. I'm rather good at imitating accents and dialects and I never knew if I should pass myself off as English or Irish. I probably should have just kept my mouth shut.
 
I doubt if that happened

But if so you go to far by ending the chase your fantasy about smearing blood on little children
You doubt mistakenly .
We tell the kids that Foxes are like Americans and should be killed . Just as they Genocided the Red Indians .

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Blood smearing is best described as a social ritual that initiates newcomers to the hunting ranks. It is believed to have started in the 16th century by English fox hunters. Considered a rite of passage, a master huntsman would smear the blood of a hunter’s first fox on their cheeks and forehead. They would often use the fox’s tail to apply the blood.
 
I didn't plan it that way.

As you know, Belfast itself was sectioned off. Each was controlled by its own unit. Check-points at nearly ever intersection. I once saw what appeared to be a minscule chip of red brick protruding from the corner of a building. The "chip" grew. I was curious so I watched it not knowing what it was. Slowly, slowly, ever so slowly it grew and after quite some time revealed itself to be the full profile of a British soldier in full kit. Danger lurked everywhere and he knew it.

Those were really dangerous times to be sure. I'm rather good at imitating accents and dialects and I never knew if I should pass myself off as English or Irish. I probably should have just kept my mouth shut.
Passing yourself off as native Northern Irish would be almost impossible, when the troubles were going on in 1977 a undercover British army officer Captain Nirac Grenadier Guards was abducted by the IRA from a local pub, they never found his body, to me the whole operation was totally reckless he was trying to pass himself off as a native and working without backup, one of my Cousins who was in the army once told me he was scared everytime they left the fortified base in South Armagh to patrol he felt like a sniper had his sights on him all the time.
 
Passing yourself off as native Northern Irish would be almost impossible,.....
I'll bet that I can speak to you with a Northern Irish accent and you won't be able to hear that I am not from Northern Ireland. Yes, I know that's a bold statement but I am that good. I fool Brits every time. I can speak English and Swedish in many different accents and the native speaker cannot detect the truth. I cannot do a Republic of Ireland, or Scottish, or New Zealand accent at all but English, American, Australian, and South African are easy peasy.
 
I'll bet that I can speak to you with a Northern Irish accent and you won't be able to hear that I am not from Northern Ireland. Yes, I know that's a bold statement but I am that good. I fool Brits every time. I can speak English and Swedish in many different accents and the native speaker cannot detect the truth. I cannot do a Republic of Ireland, or Scottish, or New Zealand accent at all but English, American, Australian, and South African are easy peasy.
But my point is could a Northern Irish person be taken in by it ? i think the Belfast dialect is probably easier to pull off than some others.
 
i think it is a cruel blood sport.

it is outlawed in England now.

i hope this law is obeyed.
England has very little in wild animal life anyway, so ending the hunting of foxes there is fine. As a matter of fact, the country needs to import more wildlife. Toss in some wolves, moose, bear and some predatory cats would be good. It'll keep the local populace more observant to their area.
 
I'll bet that I can speak to you with a Northern Irish accent and you won't be able to hear that I am not from Northern Ireland. Yes, I know that's a bold statement but I am that good. I fool Brits every time. I can speak English and Swedish in many different accents and the native speaker cannot detect the truth. I cannot do a Republic of Ireland, or Scottish, or New Zealand accent at all but English, American, Australian, and South African are easy peasy.
i could speak with a kind ofvScottish accent:

that was the firrrrrst birrrrrd I ve hearrrrrd this morrrrrning.
 
I've been trying to put it out of my mind for many years now but you've provoked my memory so now you're getting it.

I was hitch-hiking along the eastern coastline of Ireland (1978) on my way from Dublin to Belfast. I purposely stopped for the night, just across the frontier, in Minerstown because I wanted to view the seals that came up to the rocks every day with the tide. Mind you, this was during "the troubles" so perhaps I ought to have expected the young population to be less than pleasant? The Minerstown Youth Hostel was just there within a few yards of the rocks across the road. At the moment I checked in a small crowed was gathering that I naturally assumed were viewing the seals ..... not exactly, I'm afraid. Three lads down from Belfast were busy kicking a seal pup to death and the adults were trying to stop them. Too late. It was a pitiful sight. Have you ever seen a seal pup? Sweet little creatures as cute as puppy dogs. It was battered and bloodied but still alive (just), its pretty eyes reflecting its disbelief and not understanding anything. Nor did I. A vet showed up who attended the little dear the best that he could but said all he could really do was hope its mother would return and tend to it but he gave no hope at all. I told the Youth Hostel warden what had taken place but he wasn't surprised in the least. He told me that a few days previously some teenagers had kicked a new-born kitty to death right in front of him.

I just checked Google and if I understand correctly the Hostel was demolished a year or two after I stayed there.
horrible! 😳😳😳
 
That bunch of red coated Sadists always test the law, wors't thing i saw was a Stag Hunt, chased to exhaustion into the sea by a bunch of screaming sadists some had followed the hunt in cars after it was killed the scumbags mutilated this great animal by cutting it's heart and other organs from the body and the feet, then smeared the blood on a Childs face, think what this trash could do to humans,
Another Stag chased to exhaustion then shot by a psycho and a traffic jam caused by more sadists with blood lust, they must feel like real big Men, it's like the idiots who shoot lion's, i would like to see the bastards go up against one with just a spear.

yes, red coated sadists is the word!
 
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yes, red coated sadists is the word!
You wouldn't believe how violent those bastards are, i forgot to say the Stag hunts have hunt followers sometimes hundreds of them in cars fueled up on blood lust, these are the scumbags murdering a Stag, i would rather take a good photo of the animal.
 
It was the sport of twa.ts and banned a long time ago. They still try killing small animals though.
The local hunt master was jailed here last year when he was caught.
 
It was the sport of twa.ts and banned a long time ago. They still try killing small animals though.
The local hunt master was jailed here last year when he was caught.
Have you seen the big fat hunters and their thugs beating women up trying to disrupt the hunt? they re violent, some of the sabs should take some muscle with them and see how tough they are then.
 
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