I had a permission over Biggin Hill way. Permission is not quite right, more of an annual fee. Large beef farm. A wildlife haven, it was worth every penny just to be there. Apart from fields surrounded by hedges, there was a small wooded area with a bridle path through the middle. It was here that I often sat, full camouflage and with a wide brim hat with face veil and camouflage gloves, sitting with my back against a tree, my HW 80 or it might of been the 85, across my knees, watching everything.
There was a small clearing in front of me and it was from here this furry ball sounding like a whirling devil was approaching my way at a rate of knots. 2 squirrels having a big fight came withing a couple of feet of me a d it was only then when I moved they crapped themselves and went their separate ways. No shot was fired.
It was here, another day, that 2 mid twenties ladies tied their mounts and, how to say, enjoyed the pleasure's of eachother's flesh, I kid you not. Thought I had been rumbled when the horses started starring my way ! Never underestimate good camouflage.