Mik, you need to explain to teh wife that the gun was there before she was I have a Berreta Semi-Auto but have also got a few others on my licence and in my cabinet including an old Arglye Company single barrel job that now belongs to my 16yr old son!Dont get out anywhere near enough due to work and kids rugby. Same reason as the bike doesnt get used really.Back to the shirts...... The big question Looney is why are you asking this? Your Mrs should be the one worrying about it not you Failing that, stick them in teh tumble drier to dry and hang them up straight from there. I have been told by others that this works.
Q. Has anyone got any tips on a quick way of ironing the damned things ?
You never see a crinkled flag....do you have a flag pole?
The ironing question was born out of the post by DRYROB on re-waterproofing clothing (read). Mr Brown, Silver pigeon 12g, old Rizzini 12g for rumbling about in land rover, 5 shot semi-auto Remi ( vermin ), 2 x .22 ( 1 is a 1950 single or semi berreta ), .22-250, .243. Oh and you aint met Beth (girlfriend)!!!!!!!! Mick, I have had experience with 'qualified' 'keepers, all paperwork no idea. I never realised till I was 20 that I was self teaching myself from the age of 9 when I was given my first airgun. Beating, trapping, dog training, shooting all followed through the years. It always looks good from the outside with the stereotypical look of gun and labrador but in reality this rarely happens. Mid June to Febuary 7 days a week no days off, Feb time for estate maintenance ie woods, planting trees, game crops etc, you get weekends, March is holiday time but with 12 dogs it aint easy, April and May is the time to hit vermin hard, June, get pens etc ready for birds in July, July and August is the killer with 18-20hr days 7 days a week (if things go pair shaped,fox,no sleep for 72hrs is norm ) But god I LOVE it, it's a way of life not a job. There are courses for gamekeeping like Thurso college, finding a job is the hard bit.Russ
WIFE : Washing IRONING F****ng Etc
Then I realised I'd kissed the fucking cat who was lying in between the two pillows And who errupted in to purring and was all oar me