Yup- Toby- dem ol "dastards" are afoot- myself, being an old bog trottin' Mick- has no truck wit dem swells at the Vintage Cup, I likes de shootin' wit dem side-by-each shotty guns, but havin to dress up like the Limey Tout in the great 1980's movie "The Sting"- the scene in Henry Goniff's faux betting parlor (opps- parlour to you I am sure)- but us Mick's don't much often get asked to shoot driven birdies at Lord Muckinfutch's Manor- I just takes one of my Smith or Parker 12 bores and a baggo AA reloads and heads for the area dairy farms and shoots pigeons- actualloy, the waistcoats and ties and tattersall shirts and breeks might not work as well as my basic Carhartt-Filson-Columbia-Dickies ensembles, but those swell green Limey rubber boots- Wellies, ey wot? if they are as resistant to cow poop as my Red Wings are, why not??

"The field is the touchstone of the man"..