The Suburban Bushwacker: From Fat Boy to Elk Hunter
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A tubby suburban dad watching hunting and adventure shows on TV and wondering could I do that? This is the chronicle of my adventures as I learn to learn to Forage, Hunt and Fish for food that has lived as I would wish to myself - Wild and Free.
The Suburban Bushwacker: From Fat Boy to Elk Hunter
2w ago
You could spend all kinds of money on a lightweight mountain rifle, or you could buy a 2.66kg [5.87lbs ] mini Mauser and spend the change actually shooting it. It comes with a highly adjustable single set trigger at 3 lbs and 1.5 lbs but adjustable to a lot lower, an idiosyncratic 'backwards' two position safety. It's also offered configured for the left handed. The legend that is the CZ527.
Petite and pointable, [no not her, that's petite and surly] available in some wonderfully cheap-to-keep calibers it's the mini Mauser with a cult following. Introduced in '89, it's an update of the Brn ..read more
The Suburban Bushwacker: From Fat Boy to Elk Hunter
1M ago
12 bore CZ BRNO ZH202 over and under, 26 ins ported barrels, solid rib, 2¾ ins chambers, 14½ ins stock
The ZH Series was introduced in 1958. It’s probably fair to call the design unconventional.
The ZH's were hand made. With that 'hewn from a sold lump' feel Mercedes used to have. Like many BRNO/CZ guns of the period, when compared with the Italians, the finish was a bit ‘wrong side of the iron curtain’, but they have a certain rugged charm. The only plastic is the butt plate, everything else is steel and walnut.
The skeet barrels are 26" with the muzzle ends "flar ..read more
The Suburban Bushwacker: From Fat Boy to Elk Hunter
2M ago
L
et’s take a moment to big up Adam Richman Eats Britain on the Food Network .
The researchers have found him some charismatic cooks and foods that are eaten all over the world and take their names from the towns and villages where they were first made. He’s taken full advantage of the costume budget, tools around in a Mini and manages to see fagotts being cooked with a straight face.
If the rhymes aren’t to your taste:
Clotted Cream, your cardiologist’s dream.
The recipes will be:
At a boozer on the edge of Windsor Great Park they knock up some Venison Bon-Bon’s which are ..read more
The Suburban Bushwacker: From Fat Boy to Elk Hunter
3M ago
Drive to Ahab's without getting lost. Harder than it sounds.
Ahab has no mixers, so we slam neat Gin for a while, uncharicteristicaly I'm allowed to sleep until 8am.
Head north. Cross the border into Scotland - receive abusive phone call from an angry ginger motorist who has tried to stop us merging, photographed the phone number on the liveried wagon, and is now triumphantly announcing he'll CC us into his email to Police Scotland. An email which never comes.
There's a lay-by we always stop at to let the dogs have a run around, we're joined by a cheerful German chap in a moto ..read more
The Suburban Bushwacker: From Fat Boy to Elk Hunter
5M ago
“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness.” Oscar Wilde
I've had drawers full of knives over the years, The Itch has been upon me more than once. Nearly every time I've given them away or sold to fund my posh glass habit. A million times I've championed 'spend 10 on a knife and a 100 on the sharpening kit'. But who am I kidding? Gorgeous pays for itself in the first five minuets.
Plenty of years ago when the much missed forum British Blades was still a thing, one knife maker [and perhaps more importantly knife designer ..read more
The Suburban Bushwacker: From Fat Boy to Elk Hunter
11M ago
Morning is dawning the sun plays on the self seeded field of xxx pine. `I'm in the highest sheltered from the wind with my back to one block, a ride to my left and the fence line falling away infant of me.
Ive seen the little Roebuck break cover and cross the ride a while back, but now only the wind in the trees, the creaking of the dead lower branches, and a terrible racket coming from behind me. The way the seat is it's not easy to turn around that far.
Ahab is a notorious, and compulsive practical joker so my first thought is this is yet another of his practical jokes. Th ..read more
The Suburban Bushwacker: From Fat Boy to Elk Hunter
1y ago
The Shrewsbury Red, all 11 points of him.
My friend Captain Ahab invites me to go stalking with him in Shrewsbury, where a herd of parkland escapee Reds are eating a local farmer out of house and home. He's been sending me pictures of some crazy big deer, one so big it couldn’t be lifted into the chiller. I've seen pictures and the slots left by monster Reds in Norfolk where they live by crop raiding rather than fighting for every calorie in the highlands. These boys get the same (or better) nutrients without the wind chill the fens are rightfully famous for so I'm pretty stoked t ..read more
The Suburban Bushwacker: From Fat Boy to Elk Hunter
2y ago
There's a great trope of English life; the story goes that two guys in a shed, have a lightbulb appears over their heads as the bleedin’ obvious reveals itself, they go on to invent some world-beating innovation and then rise to greatness. Like most founding myths, it's usually somewhere between revisionist half-truth and outright bullshit. So its come as something of a surprise that for once I'll be able to park the cynicism and tell you a tale where the trope came true. Half true, it was one guy
Anyone who has ever slaved away into the night; tapping at a trickler, trying to get a s ..read more
The Suburban Bushwacker: From Fat Boy to Elk Hunter
2y ago
While were making a list:
Few months back SSD and I made the trip to horse country to stalk with Mr 7mm
left me in a highseat and took South Side D stalking on another farm
It had been a while, at the far end of the field there was no clear backstop so I’d let some fallow walk on by and the light was starting to turn. When a most remarkable thing happened.
You know that sense that some kind of prey is pressnt, unseen but definitely present. Glassing the hegdes to left and right. Then starts an odd decidedly metallic ‘ticking’ coming from the hedgerow beneath me. To start wi ..read more
The Suburban Bushwacker: From Fat Boy to Elk Hunter
2y ago
The idyllic nature of this shot can never show the sheer agony my butt cheeks were in after a couple of hours sitting on the bare metal slats that had once supported the seat
There's two trophies: a full freezer and a great tale. Ticked those two off, nearly got the other kind too. Nearly. Pull up a log, warm your hands by the fire, pour yourself a tin mug of scotch, this one has to be the most SBW hunting saga yet
Long term readers will remember the blogger known as Shooter and his Mountain Lion hunt. In the intervening years his kids have grown up a bit a ..read more