show me the way you move; i want to take off your clothes. yay! (7th february 2004) so again to the hampshire hunt and what a fine day....huntsman bob ran and ran but to no avail 'co we had 'im surrounded...some fine sabbing culminated in bob being caught in a double gizmo crossfire and losing his hounds...riders looked on helpless as the dogs streamed off to both gizmos and frollicked around in a field...technology woo-haa!
[top]i met this boy the other day, he had barbed wire in his underpants...ain't that always the way?(31st january 2004) talking of public schoolboys, we chanced upon the radley college beagles and saw what fine material such an education produces...the huntsman legged it back to the van leaving some ugly looking heavies to deal with us...again, they didn't know who they were dealing with and soon politely backed down...some crazy hound-van driving ennsued and then we sat around for two hours to wait for oxfordshire's finest...they didn't disappoint, the hunt went home and so did we...but not before we shook off a smokey down a byway...silly man. WE RULE!
[top]missed an update..hey ho (24th january 2004) we were off to the vale of aylesbury, garth and south berks again...and got followed around all day by public schoolboys with video cameras...whatever. plenty of hot sabbing action occurred, no kills and one arrest...
however, the week before (17th january 2004) we visited the surrey union with some of our friends...the hunt were sabbed to fuck, the countryside teemed with cops who trashed footpaths with landrovers and horses and there were no arrests...smart. we also got to stop a shoot and the cops nearly set a police dog on us...little darlings!
yep, a bit easier on the swearing this week.
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well alright! (10th january 2004) we were off to the vale of aylesbury, garth and south berks, in vale of aylesbury territory...once again they were off, running for fucking miles until they used the quad bikes to drive a fox into the hounds...fucking nice...they even seemed embarrassed about it...this kill switched us on and some terriffic sabbing prevented 'em from killing 20 minutes later...horns, gizmos and voice calls combined with whipping and spraying saved the life of this fox...it escaped, having been just one metre ahead of the hounds..fucking brilliant!
too true-fuck 'em all!
[top]well happy new bleedin' year! this week (3rd january 2004) it's also bin a bit hectic...of course we had the pleasure of the vale of aylesbury, garth and south berks on wednesday and then for a treat the vine and craven on new year's day...a surprise all 'round as when we eventually caught up with the scared bastard we took his hounds off 'im so he headed for home...gizmo and horn result!
a trip to the hampshire was due so on saturday we went...an initial lack of cops was soon remedied as a dig-out ensued and the Hampshire Fluorescent Egos turned up in force...one crappy arrest and a stand-off later and we carried on sabbing with one cop vehicle per sab...taxes? taxes?
once again,fuck 'em all!
[top]this week (28th december 2003)it's bin a bit hectic...from sorting out an invitation meet of the aldenham harriers last week to doing the vale of aylesbury, garth and south berks on boxing day and the day after...we also thought we'd throw in the sandhurst beagles and a (me sister's me wife) family shoot...#phew#. isn't the british countryside lovely at xmas?
well, aside from an elderly copper saying "i hope that's not citronella in the bottle young man, or else we need to have a serious chat" we just fucked over every hunt we came across...so bollocks to people who kill for fun and bollocks to the wankers who follow 'em once a year in the name of 'peace and good will'.
fuck 'em all!
[top]this week (13th december 2003) the vale of aylesbury, garth and south berks got a double header...saturday and wednesday, aren't they lucky?...they may be getting a bit spooked by the midweek crew because they hired the 'you've bin framed' camera crew to follow us on saturday...see pix below...huntsman phil decided not to hunt and simply rode as fast as he could around ufton nervet...smart...skeletor impersonator and part-timer alan hill tried his best to look menacing with a 1950's video camera...silly man.
[top]this week (6th december 2003) the surrey union needed a bit of action and so we obliged...a healthy 8 cop vehicles accompanied 20 sabs but we still did the business...a bit of a strange day finished with some of us drinking too much caffeine and getting a bit excited in the back of the landrover. still, you've gotter live, eh?
midweek, the vale of aylesbury, garth and south berks got some more attention with part-time huntsman phil trying to work out how to use a video camera. once the ban's happened, maybe he could work for the bbc?
a highlight of recent weeks was a happy sab of the eton college beagles up near the M40...a cardiac-risky teacher looked on as sabs used any old tactics to steal his hounds...horns, gizmos, voice-calls and even 'come here little doggy' all seemed to work...see pix below
[top]this week (22nd november 2003) the vale of aylesbury, garth and south berks got too pissed off and called in the dark hordes...a reading midweek crew had a cop van each and a lot of arsey coppers.
fancying a change, we zipped off to the tedworth on saturday and took the hounds off the huntsman...one sab was chased across a field by a previously friendly cop landrover and nearly garotted on a barbed wire fence by a fellow sab...cool
this week (15th november 2003) we decided the vale of aylesbury, garth and south berks were having it easy. as long as they decide to hunt on our manor, we'll piss 'em off...and so we did, midweek and on saturday. on both occasions huntsman phil tried to shake us off by legging it for miles...shame he can't hunt when he's running. a fellow redcoat observed "that boy don't know how to hunt, he just gets frustrated and runs off...". too true, mate.
[top]this week (1st november 2003) we thought fuck desperation day and nipped down to the hampshire for a larf. again, we were well received by her majesty's finest...highlights included pc 'sweaty' redface trying to arrest anyone and everyone and sgt 'i got no O levels' stumpy lecturing us on the mysterious ways of footpaths...cheers sarge...all in all we sabbed like crazy and several uniformed fools got all upset...diddums. sabs 1 cops and the hunt nil! we rule! in a brand new fashion and a dancehall style we rule!
we also had a midweek jaunt at the garth and despite an initial cop overdose, a fine day's sabbing was had by all. the well-formed reading crew did the business and huntsman skeletor didn't look happy.
[top]this week (25th october 2003) we thought the surrey union might have been missing us...so we turned up, armed with the tastiest jamaican pasties this side of kingston (cheers to the support team) and had a nose around...surrey cops were out in force and it was a joint opening meet with the chiddingfold near ockley. smashing! so we messed about and there were no kills, no arrests but about 10 million cops including 4 mounted police. a nice lot of taxpayers' money well spent. cheers.
we also had a midweek strike at the vale of aylesbury, garth and south berks at hound green south of reading. a small field meant that our smaller strikeforce could pull off a cunning pincer movement that had 'em confused. good call, austin: "officer, remove these trespassers." bollocks!
[top]this week (18th october 2003) we thought we'd give the hampshire hunt a little visit. hampshire cops didn't like this, and sporting their new anoraks and waterproof caps decided to follow us around all day. including PC 'stumpy' McShortarse, pictured below, whose attitude was very wrong. silly boy. so, bob tootled his merry horn and didn't catch anything and Inspector Tony 'calm down, calm down, alright there la' Tipping smarmed his way around. All in all a quality day for Hampshire taxpayers. Needless to say we finished the day with a batch of reading sab support group's chelsea buns. cheers.
[top]this week (10th october 2003) yes, we went to the hampshire hunt, this time just NW of alresford...we were treated to a nice horde of her majesty's finest including an officer who had a very interesting clipboard...most of the cops spent the day rooted to the spot whilst bob fucked around in a very small huntin' area...we left the hunt as they packed up and mosied off to eat our pasties (see pix below). we were well happy to see hounds still totally lost spread out all over the countryside. nice control bob! we reported one errant hound to a cop who promptly arrested it...
[top]this week (4th october 2003) we fancied a go at the chiddingfold but! they didn't go out. in fact they sacked their huntsman who may or may not have dislocated the shoulder of a 60 year old female sab last week. like he may or may not have violently attacked sabs on more occasions than you'd care to mention. anyhow, in the end we went to the hampshire hunt again, at bentworth again and pissed huntsman bob collins off...again. mind you his daughter's quite tasty. ahem. some top class sabbing in the brambles got bob irate and her majesty's finest were out in strength. cheers to the south coast massive, no kills no arrests and a lovely iced cake finished off the day a treat.
[top]this week (27th september 2003) we were yet again at the hampshire hunt, at shalden south of basingstoke not 3 miles from last week's meet...unlike last week, there was no mouthing off from anybody, no-one got ridden at and the cops were plentiful...mind you, off-roading in a panda-car ain't advisable...nor's sabbing in converse shoes...once again there were no kills.
this week (20th september 2003) we were out on the cubbing scene...a friendly copper (cheers clive) passed on the details of an early meet of the hampshire hunt at the good old bentworth estate south of basingstoke...some uppity riding and all mouth no trousers farm-boy action led to some classy sabbing and a good finish with no kills...
see below for the 'i wasn't trying to ride you down, honest' pix:
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