Greetings from the UK.
It’s the Glorious Twelfth today, except that the weather is positively autumnal and it must be freezing bloody cold and raining Up North and in Scotland, where some lucky bastards are actually taking advantage of the occasion. Unfortunately, The Glorious Twelfth does not concern me.
I’m not exactly sure where this thread is heading. Maybe someone out there is also not participating in something exciting and would like to share some thoughts on the matter.
Hullo my dear Zorro.
Well, I saw a pheasant on the road this morning. It looked a little bewildered. I swerved to avoid it. If I’d remembered the date I could have had it. Yes really. Went for a pleasant country ramble a couple of weeks ago; the rustic paths were positively swarming with grouse. There were about fifty of them. Aha, said mr bifar to the grouse: just wait a couple of weeks. That’s all I can say on the subject, sorry. Still it was nice to bring it up.
Heh?
I’m lost. Is this like the Fabulous Four, the Magnificent Seven or even the Dirty Dozen?
I’m clueless, but at least I’m not also participating. . .
Tripler
One of the Dynamic Duo
I initially thought you were a month off but then I realised you weren’t talking about good men putting on their bowlers and walking down a road annoying the residents 
No what Zorro seems to be talking about is the beginning of the grouse hunting season. Which may not turn out to good. Bang goes the Glorious Twelfth
Don’t get to see too much game 'round these parts, though I’ve often wished they’d extend the range of prey to include traffic wardens. I’d rather like a few of those yellow caps mounted on the wall.
I was in t’Peak District about a month ago and there were a lot of the little buggers running around then. It was very frustrating, as all I could do was to shout “Bang! Bang!” at them, as other people looked on, somewhat bemused. As usual, my imaginary shots missed behind them. You’d think that I could manage a decent imaginary shot though.