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Seven years ago a group of us from Shaun's cycling forum gathered at a dairy farm on the Hampshire coast for a weekend of fun. During this time I invented a story about a new hunting sport for the entertainment of the children who had been brought along. Facebook just reminded me of it; so just for you....


OK, for the sake of those not familiar with Fissil hunting here is a brief idea of how we conducted the Fissil hunt during the recent Cowshed Weekender.

Basically we adopted the traditional Chatteris Method which is described thus:

A small child will be liberally smeared with butter and tied to a stake in a suitable spot on the edge of some water near to the Fissil nest or 'Ely' as it is known. The hunting party will then take up position approximately 123 yards down wind (about the distance of a good whack with a seven iron).
Before long the smell (and noise) of a warm buttered infant may lure a Fissil out of hiding and it should take the bait, pounce on the prey, and begin greedily licking the butter off the child*. Whilst consuming the oily spread the Fissil will normally start purring loudly**, so loudly in fact that it will not be able to hear the approach of the lasso party. With luck the beast can be roped around the neck and restrained. At this point two things will happen, firstly the child will be quickly removed from the scene and washed before its mother finds out, and secondly the chief tickler referred to as the 'Wisbech' will mount the tethered Fissil and begin tickling it furiously on the 'sweet spot' located just behind the third gill and known as 'St Ives Lobe'. Should the animal by now be on its back further ticklers can then each grab any of its ten legs and stimulate the balls of its feet. This intense pleasuring of the Fissil should continue until it finally expires in fits of joy with a huge grin on its face.

* Children are only ever used as bait once, because after being slobbered on by an adult Fissil few are willing to be re-buttered, further, any that are up for it should be watched, because clearly they are not right.

** The Fissil purr is a low frequency booming vibration which sounds similar to a twin rotor helicopter. In fact many of the uninitiated have heard the sound of a Fissil slurping on a nipper and just assumed it was the Army Air Corps bashing about in their Chinook somewhere beyond the tree line.
 
The Velvet Curtain said:
Seven years ago a group of us from Shaun's cycling forum gathered at a dairy farm on the Hampshire coast for a weekend of fun. During this time I invented a story about a new hunting sport for the entertainment of the children who had been brought along. Facebook just reminded me of it; so just for you....


OK, for the sake of those not familiar with Fissil hunting here is a brief idea of how we conducted the Fissil hunt during the recent Cowshed Weekender.

Basically we adopted the traditional Chatteris Method which is described thus:

A small child will be liberally smeared with butter and tied to a stake in a suitable spot on the edge of some water near to the Fissil nest or 'Ely' as it is known. The hunting party will then take up position approximately 123 yards down wind (about the distance of a good whack with a seven iron).
Before long the smell (and noise) of a warm buttered infant may lure a Fissil out of hiding and it should take the bait, pounce on the prey, and begin greedily licking the butter off the child*. Whilst consuming the oily spread the Fissil will normally start purring loudly**, so loudly in fact that it will not be able to hear the approach of the lasso party. With luck the beast can be roped around the neck and restrained. At this point two things will happen, firstly the child will be quickly removed from the scene and washed before its mother finds out, and secondly the chief tickler referred to as the 'Wisbech' will mount the tethered Fissil and begin tickling it furiously on the 'sweet spot' located just behind the third gill and known as 'St Ives Lobe'. Should the animal by now be on its back further ticklers can then each grab any of its ten legs and stimulate the balls of its feet. This intense pleasuring of the Fissil should continue until it finally expires in fits of joy with a huge grin on its face.

* Children are only ever used as bait once, because after being slobbered on by an adult Fissil few are willing to be re-buttered, further, any that are up for it should be watched, because clearly they are not right.

** The Fissil purr is a low frequency booming vibration which sounds similar to a twin rotor helicopter. In fact many of the uninitiated have heard the sound of a Fissil slurping on a nipper and just assumed it was the Army Air Corps bashing about in their Chinook somewhere beyond the tree line.
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That was quite a weekend.
 
The Velvet Curtain said:
Seven years ago a group of us from Shaun's cycling forum gathered at a dairy farm on the Hampshire coast for a weekend of fun. During this time I invented a story about a new hunting sport for the entertainment of the children who had been brought along. Facebook just reminded me of it; so just for you....


OK, for the sake of those not familiar with Fissil hunting here is a brief idea of how we conducted the Fissil hunt during the recent Cowshed Weekender.

Basically we adopted the traditional Chatteris Method which is described thus:

A small child will be liberally smeared with butter and tied to a stake in a suitable spot on the edge of some water near to the Fissil nest or 'Ely' as it is known. The hunting party will then take up position approximately 123 yards down wind (about the distance of a good whack with a seven iron).
Before long the smell (and noise) of a warm buttered infant may lure a Fissil out of hiding and it should take the bait, pounce on the prey, and begin greedily licking the butter off the child*. Whilst consuming the oily spread the Fissil will normally start purring loudly**, so loudly in fact that it will not be able to hear the approach of the lasso party. With luck the beast can be roped around the neck and restrained. At this point two things will happen, firstly the child will be quickly removed from the scene and washed before its mother finds out, and secondly the chief tickler referred to as the 'Wisbech' will mount the tethered Fissil and begin tickling it furiously on the 'sweet spot' located just behind the third gill and known as 'St Ives Lobe'. Should the animal by now be on its back further ticklers can then each grab any of its ten legs and stimulate the balls of its feet. This intense pleasuring of the Fissil should continue until it finally expires in fits of joy with a huge grin on its face.

* Children are only ever used as bait once, because after being slobbered on by an adult Fissil few are willing to be re-buttered, further, any that are up for it should be watched, because clearly they are not right.

** The Fissil purr is a low frequency booming vibration which sounds similar to a twin rotor helicopter. In fact many of the uninitiated have heard the sound of a Fissil slurping on a nipper and just assumed it was the Army Air Corps bashing about in their Chinook somewhere beyond the tree line.
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Sounds a lot like a Snipe hunt -- but with buttered children. :eek:

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caseydog said:
Sounds a lot like a Snipe hunt -- but with buttered children. :eek:

CD
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Snipe hunting is new to me, from the same stable as pranks played on young apprentices in engineering companies... sending them to stores with a requisition for stripped paint, a long stand or even a bucket of steam.
 
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