Now at the Diary we pride ourselves on old school values, a gentleman’s way.
Priding ourselves on traditional values installed on us as young-uns, from a gentleman’s agreement to a business deal on shaken hands. Now far too much these days we are seeing what we can only call a disrespectful attitude, from yobs mouthing off on street corners to what we could say is, a want to not wishing to learn.
Granted there are the exceptions to this young ladies and men who wish to better themselves, from doing well at school or college to working hard in the big wide world. Now many of the older readers will remember the days of an agreement was set in stone, from a date with a girl to a business deal, more and more we are seeing people out for themselves, and nothing else, from the so called one man hunters who are constantly bombarding companies with request for gear and rifles to the me and my mates do some hunting and got a YouTube channel so we need free gear.
The problem with many of these people is they have the right intentions but sadly fizzle out, and the companies then no longer want to hand equipment over to legitimate small businesses, I was chatting to a small company at one of the shows, a while back and the owner was telling me he no longer lets anything out for reviews as he’s lost so many items in the past to so called web reviewers, these are the guys you see on YouTube, with a desk and a camera, doing a review on the items, never any bad points, and never returning the gear to its owner, its normally stashed in a cupboard under the stairs, then flogged on EBay.
Now as a child I was lucky to grow up with Mum and Dad, all my grandparents and plenty of older ones, to offer guidance in the ways of the world, from great uncle Bill and his red setter farm dog, to great aunt Elsa who for some strange reason drank fresh boiled water and milk. Now In this time I was told children “Should be seen and not heard”.
Well that basically meant if you went somewhere you were as quite as a church mouse and as still as a garden gnome. So we had a fun time seeing out of all us cousins who could make the others laugh without getting busted by a grown up. So my Dad, is the old school dad, the when you roll in at 3am from clubbing, you get the, “where the hell have you been?”
As Mum being a heavy sleeper was asleep till breakfast time, Now my Dad was a farmer’s son growing up in 1940’s Cornwall he had 10 or 12 cows to milk before school, every day and then take the churns 1/2 a mile up to the main road, then cycle or walk the 3 miles into school and repeat again in the afternoon.
Growing up he had his father and grandfather stood either side to keep him in check. From laying hedges to ploughing was done by hand or horse, life was hard but fair. From curing their own bacon to even having a German PoW (prisoner of war) live with them in the later war years, who by all accounts was a cabinet maker and carpenter, who taught my dad a few things with wood, shame it did not rub off on me, the measure twice cut once still don’t work, it’s a case of keep cutting till it’s too short and go buy more wood.
So Dad grew up on a farm became a farmer till the mid 60’s then became ill from trying to do it all on his own, so gave up and got a job driving a agricultural engineers lorry around delivering the new farm machinery. Now by chance he was loading up the lorry one day and a very to do gentleman walked in the yard, and asked Dad if he would like to swap the tie down straps for a tie? And on a gentleman’s handshake a deal was struck.
So on his retirement Dad had done 36 years selling farm machinery, not many can say they held a job that long.
Dad was very good at it as being a farmer and knowing they are all as tight as a ducks behind, there is a right and a wrong way to sell them what is a very expensive purchase, from 4 thousand for a new plough to 250,000 for a top of the range combine harvester. So Dad had a few apprentices over the years, eager young men who thought selling in M&S or coop was going to be the same on a farm.
They soon found out the hard end of a farmer, many tried too hard to sell, yes a farmer wants a new tractor, yes he knows its 85,000 and will give 35 years god service loyal as it comes, but getting a hard working farmer to part with money is a job in itself, so telling a farmer he want this machine it does this and that, the farmer knows this, that’s why he called you to come out, what he wants to know is, if you will take his old one back what price he will get for it, and how much you can knock off the book price to cinch the deal. So these young guns were coming in all barrels firing, and putting the farmers off.
I have spent many a day during the summer holidays with Dad driving round, the farms I watched a master at work, you see Dad did not do this modern pressure selling thing, he used an ancient skill called talking, sitting down sometimes for hours with a farmer, finding out what the farmer wanted the tractor yard work, field work general purpose. You see he knew what the tractors limits so he could advise on the best model to use on the farm, from a normal 2wd or full on 4×4 tractors for the steep hilly ground. So as you can see there are ways to do most things in this world, and our world is no different, so this is not a public dig at anybody in particular, just a rambling thought from this ole country boy. We were brought up to respect your elders, listen and learn from others, we keeping seeing it on the pass it on days, the kids who want to learn and the ones who know it all. So which are you? The learner or the learnt? I believe you learn something every day or at least once a week. You see but not allowing yourself to open to ideas or advice you will miss out on so much of what life can throw at you. Mother Nature is a great teacher, she reminds folk every day from a little boom from a volcano to a grumble in an earth quake, and she lets us know that we do not know it all.
Normal 2wd or full on 4×4 tractors for the steep hilly ground. So as you can see there are ways to do most things in this world, and our world is no different, so this is not a public dig at anybody in particular, just a rambling thought from this ole country boy. We were brought up to respect your elders, listen and learn from others, we keeping seeing it on the pass it on days, the kids who want to learn and the ones who know it all. So which are you? The learner or the learnt? I believe you learn something every day or at least once a week. You see but not allowing yourself to open to ideas or advice you will miss out on so much of what life can throw at you. Mother Nature is a great teacher, she reminds folk every day from a little boom from a volcano to a grumble in an earth quake, and she likes to let us know that we do not know it all.
So Like in the hunting world if you do not learn you will find it hard, I did it the hard way and self-taught, from tracking to gralloching a deer, now I’m still humbled by nature something many could learn.
The world has took millions of years to get where it is today, and we as a species are still very young, maybe our earliest ancestors 60,000 years ago had it better than we do today, from the spirit of a pack or tribe to the cure all witch doctor, Toady’s man seems an arrogant self-centred character, hell bent on self-destruction, modern man could not live wild and free, and many would not want to, The forest is my second home, giving what I need to use and survive, from the humble pine tree, offering fire wood in any weather, and its sticky antiseptic sap, to the mighty oak, whose wood burns long and hot, canopy can shelter and food for the forest, acorns.
So you see I could pack up move to the forest and be content to live in harmony with nature, yet I feel most would fail, the self-arrogance would be their down fall, they would not listen, be it from man or beast, The human species might have the biggest brain and thumbs, but we are weak, slow moving, non-climbing, no sharp teeth or claws. A wolf can trot for 8 hours a day every day, an elephant can go 3 days without drinking, and the hyena can crush any bone.
Alas if we all stripped of, all would surely perish in the wild.
So as your reading this thinking what a lot of random scribbles Think on, many a human has been before you and failed, from not listening to those around them.
We at the Diary love to pass on the knowledge we have gained from our experiences and hope some of you will take it and flourish, as others wilt and die.
There is a film and a book titled “In to the wild” about a young man called Chris, and he had this huge fantasy about living in Alaska, and being a wild man, sadly he mixed up 2 very similar plants, and lasted 4 months.
Maybe if he had learn’t to listen he would still be here today, maybe not.
Right this is for all that know it all,
So as they know it I didn’t need to write anything, an empty space, a black hole of life a void.
If you claim to know everything be prepared to be challenged, as out there someone does know it, nobody has found them yet, but hey makes life fun and interesting journey.
We part my dear readers with a quote from a very wise man. “Be normal and the crowd will accept you. Be deranged, and they will make you their leader.”
I was brought up the old school way, always be a gentleman with a lady, tip a hat open a door or give up your seat on a bus, the same for many lessons in life old school lessons about love life and survival in world set to ruin you.
Fieldsports mentors like my Pappy ex royal navy man and boy or my ole Dad a hard working man, both men with hands of pure saddle leather tough as nails but gentleman of the old school, they taught me manners and respect something lacking in today’s youth and hmmmm older men ad I use the word men loosely.
An as for the young ladies of today well quite frankly a disgrace, it’s when you come across a young gentleman or young lady with old school manners I see an oasis in today’s generation, my work with Pass It On Young Sports brings me into contact with all sorts of young folk, what we try to do with these young folk is teach them the old school values as well as inspire them into all fieldsports and conservation with proper old school etiquette, children learn from what they are taught so you could say it’s our fault breeding a generation or more of I’ll mannered foul mouthed poor excuses of English children, for they are our fathers sons and our mothers daughters, also a generation of whiners who do not take responsibility for their own actions, kids and hmmmm young men and ladies who think they know best and know it all.
I took a young man under my wing just recently seeing a bright spark in the lad a flame that glowed ever so dimly, I knew with my help he could be a fine young man an ambassador for fieldsports, but alas he fell in with a wrong crowd and now faces a life of hardship, he would not listen to me or his other peers grown men with many years experience professional men who had earned their stripes and qualification many times over.
So alas I lost another kindred soul to a society of sheeple, every man every woman have to stand up and be counted get off the damn games consoles and get out in the fresh air re connect with your kids teach them the old values, it matters not if you were not brought up that way but you can learn good manners respect and discipline our children need us to lead the way, I also see some of these so called modern day hunters using wildlife like a disposable commodity, from blowing rabbits up with high powered rifles to running down deer with bull x lurchers, they sicken me to the core these are not countrymen or hunters they are murderers and bring every law abiding animal loving countryman down to their pitiful level, we are countrymen of the old school hunters conservationists and we all should stand up and name and shame these murderous fools, there is a lot wrong with this world Greg has covered a lot with his humble scribbles and I say hear hear jolly good effort old boy.
Greg is the pc one out of the two of us so mark my words for I will not mince mine or bandy words with fools as arguing with a fool only proves there are two, well then dear readers what are we going to do then are we going to buck up our ideas or carry on letting generations of our kids become further foul mouthed sheeple like so many before them.
I am one man heading up an organization trying to stem that tide, I am a Lion not a sheeple so how many more Lions do we have out there who will rally to the old school flag of courage discipline respect and good old fashion manners, I have to stop writing now as I have to put my sons to bed and spend time reading them a bed time story in stilling in them a gentleman’s values of the old school as they drift off to sleep, how many of you do that with your kids every night, so lead by example for our children are a mirror image of ourselves.
Also another thing to remember as I sign off, a gentleman’s hand shake is a binding hand shake, it holds as strong a bearing as a signed contract for when you shake hands as a gentleman the hand sake is the seal of honor my Pappy taught me that, you look a man straight in the eye you give a firm hand shake so they know your word is your bond and the honor of a gentleman.
My Pappy taught me sometimes your word the word of a gentleman is all you have so guard your honor with all your worth and teach this to your sons and daughters too, never trust a man who can’t look you in the eye or give you a firm gentleman’s hand shake, you know this has never steered me wrong the ones who have let me down could not look me in the eye and shook my hand like a limp lettuce, so think on dear readers for I have passed on some old school knowledge to you.
Being a gentlemen is more than wearing a suit, its a way of life a value that can’t be priced.