My names Shawn from Glossop We are down here on the Jolly Boys days ferreting.
In the gorgeous winter sunshine catching plenty of rabbits, to go home and cook.
My names Dave Jones I am a mechanic.
From Romford boys in Suffolk call me Romford, love ferreting, come up here as much as I
can, being out in the nature, love it.
My names Ian Clayton, I am known as Torchie from down Suffolk to do some rabbiting with
Simon Whitehead, from Sheffield, I work on highways and in my spare time I come rabbiting.
Nothing like a bit of rabbit.
The jolly boys had returned, ready to partake in what could be the last celebration of ferreting
as a collective here in Suffolk.
I no the boys love the camaraderie company and good food, but I do like to do things
in the proper fashion.
I like to put on a day to remember, amongst people who I find it a privilege to rabbit
amongst, characters who clearly love rabbiting.
Although all told it was a relaxing jolly, to me it was another day in the office and
I had to show the farmer a good harvest, especially with so many hands on deck.
So it was pleasing when rabbits started to bolt fairly evenly and consistently through
the day.
My terrain is pretty alien to what they are all used too, the ferreting here in the east
is sand saturated coastline isn't for the spade shy or the ferret fox sitter.
The sand offers easy digging and after generations of burrowers digging away, the boys now when
I mean deep, I mean deep!
Shawn, Torchie, Romford, and Scootie all illustrated their skill with the spade.
Running to and through throw the nets digging and carrying the catch all built up and appetite.
Luckily Steve was on hand too cook up some fresh sausage sandwiches all washed down with
a fresh cup of tea.
We had a great time catching a few rabbits, have something decent to eat, just had a good
laugh, can't beat it.
I'm Paul Sutton otherwise known as Sootie, I am a mole catcher but I also love ferreting,
I just love being out in the countryside.
But of course we had are fairshare of digs.
Pull me up, nice one pall, nice one.
They don't get away from us around here.
Come on Torchie.
Love it.
A fantastic tally for the area all caught in a timely manner in a jovial atmosphere.
Shawn and I splintered off from the rest of the group and took Millie with us, Shawn likes
to watch the dogs work and with a few stop nets and good ferrets and Millie, we ferreted
in a timeless fashion.
As the rabbits started to bolt Millie's experience made catching them look effortless, knowing
where and when they were going to bolt the majority were caught within feet of their
exit.
The individuals that got the better of Millie , where later introduced to the stop nets
for me or Shawn to deal with.
I am constantly amazed at how a good ferreting dog anticipates the bolt.
They don't call me the Suffolk gardener without good cause.
The rabbit has two choices, but unfortunately it chose the latter and the spade was called
upon once more.
Millie was on top form and even with the angelica mantling the entire hedgerow bottom she wouldn't
let any sneaky little lagomorph escape her beady eyes and gapping mouth.
As Shawn took are bounty to be graded and prepared for the journey back north, I counted
and made sure all the ferrets were snuggling inside their carrying boxes.
As the sunset, it really was red sky at night rabbiters delight.