Signs you are dealing with a 'Rooter'

whelan2

Kevhog1988 wrote: »

If that man did that in front of someone imagine what they suffered behind closed doors

Also the fact he also told someone what he did

Kevhog1988

whelan2 wrote: »

Also the fact he also told someone what he did

Wasnt the scanner who did it as far as i read. He witnessed it

Good loser

patsy_mccabe wrote: »

Heard this story second hand - guy goes into knackers yard and there's yer man sitting on a dead cow drinking tea and eating a sandwich. He stands up and leaves his half eaten sandwich on the cows belly.

Heard the same story first hand - in Cahir.

whelan2

Farmer down the road, he made silage bales in a field. Dropped the Baler where the last bale came out. The next summer he hitched up to the Baler and a lad went round the field before him mowing. I'd say he was mowing in low first. Ground hadnt been cut or grazed since bales made on it the year before. I was bringing my cows in and watched them for a while. Baler unhitched when last bale out again . Baler still sitting there. He had bales in that field the year of the bad spring when everyone was looking for feed. He wouldn't sell them, they remained by the ditch all that year.

Reggie.

whelan2 wrote: »

Farmer down the road, he made silage bales in a field. Dropped the Baler where the last bale came out. The next summer he hitched up to the Baler and a lad went round the field before him mowing. I'd say he was mowing in low first. Ground hadnt been cut or grazed since bales made on it the year before. I was bringing my cows in and watched them for a while. Baler unhitched when last bale out again . Baler still sitting there. He had bales in that field the year of the bad spring when everyone was looking for feed. He wouldn't sell them, they remained by the ditch all that year.

And if If a fella had that baler and looked after it then it probably give a world of bother

whelan2

The gas pipeline went through the same field. Bord gais hung a good 16 foot gate at the entrance to the field for him. Posts down in concrete etc. Looked the job. A month later he took the gate off the post and put it in his yard. No gate on the field since

patsy_mccabe

Jjameson wrote: »

Sheep scanner came here years ago and while my setting up my Father noted blood splatters on ramp and on the back of his little trailer. “The man before ya got into an argument with a ewe” Transpired the nutter lost the plot with stubborn ewes and bludgeoned one to death on the ramp with a piece of a wooden stake..

That's physcopathic.

patsy_mccabe

Jjameson wrote: »

I think so, I can’t further much more on this character for fear of recognition here but he has no empathy in him for woman child or animal so yes I think he could well be a physcho.

Years ago I remember a local guy pinning another guy to the ground and beating him with his fists. Now we all fought as kids, buy this was senseless and it wasn't out of temper either. It really unnerved me at the time.
Years later same guy coming from the pub, knocked down a man on the road and left him for dead.

Oops!

There's a fella from up the road from me like that too. Even when he was young he'd take great pleasure in torturing animals, picking fights with people he knew were weak and not able for him...

Later in life then when it came to business he was dangerous, horrible f**ker full of drink, seemed to take great pleasure in "doing lads for money and unpaid bills", knocking the wife around the place, But just one look in his eyes would tell you all you needed to know about him if you could pick up on that sort of thing....

This fella also knocked down a guy coming home from the pub, killed him. Locked up now for a few years.....

A friend told me recently he got a phone call one day asking would he accept a call from him... His words about him were "Not much has changed there, probably the best place from him... He can't do much damage to anybody from in there".

Sacrolyte

I was rushing out this morning and the button broke on my trousers. Couldn’t find belt.
My next thought was if I use baler twine I’d probably be considered a rooter.
I was walking to the shed and I spotted a pack of small cable ties. Perfect fit.
Rooter or gunterer?

Say my name

Sacrolyte wrote: »

I was rushing out this morning and the button broke on my trousers. Couldn’t find belt.
My next thought was if I use baler twine I’d probably be considered a rooter.
I was walking to the shed and I spotted a pack of small cable ties. Perfect fit.
Rooter or gunterer?

Leprechaun..

Mad_maxx

another recollection of my Uncle Pat from back in the day

any tractor he ever owned had no chains on the Arms on the back of the tractor ( probably lost them after a while ) , he used to tie the arms with a rope ( sometimes fencing wire ) to stop them hitting off the back wheels but much of the time he,d be driving down the road and the arms would be whacking off the wheels to beat the band as the rope or bailing twine had inevitably snapped

crackcrack30

I knew an old boy and his sister , there was a crack in the gable end of the house ..subsidence? you could talk to him thru the crack 2-4 inches. no heating.
He'd bring 5 year old bullocks back home from the mart and due to poor prices and then leave them starve to death the following winter.
I walked into his yard one day and a rotten carcuss moved.... there was two dogs tied to its ribcage .. it t'was like a dog house.

Mad_maxx

crackcrack30 wrote: »

I knew an old boy and his sister , there was a crack in the gable end of the house ..subsidence? you could talk to him thru the crack 2-4 inches. no heating.
He'd bring 5 year old bullocks back home from the mart and due to poor prices and then leave them starve to death the following winter.
I walked into his yard one day and a rotten carcuss moved.... there was two dogs tied to its ribcage .. it t'was like a dog house.

thats "Deliverance " stuff

Cushtie

Jesus, this post brings back memories. Alot of the rooting described here we would have got up to at home back in the day.
The father had an off farm job in a factory and married into the farm. It wasn't that he didn't have interest but I'd say just the time or energy for it. He worked shift,changing every week and I'd say he was wrecked from it. Twas up to my self and brother and mother to do alot the farming. I remember coming home from national school in winter and starting the tractor down the hill to bring silage into cows and scrape out cubicle house etc.
Looking back on it the mother was some woman, rearing 6 kids and milking cows, and we wouldnt have the best of setups.

Brother has the place now, a few sucklers. still plenty of rooting going on!!

Spent a few summers working with an absolute rooter of a silage contractor. Ah sweet jesus when I think back on it, yolkes with no brakes, lights, glass, not starting, bald tyres.Silage trailers falling apart. Messing with 5 gallon drums of diesel. A vice grip for a gear stick on an 8011!! If you were pulled driving one of them nowadays you would be put off the road. We would break down nearly everywhere we went. His customers were all locals and sure they had great patience with us. We often spent a wet day in the in pub too. He is still at it, only slurry now. A bit better set up, but not much.

Stihl waters

crackcrack30 wrote: »

I knew an old boy and his sister , there was a crack in the gable end of the house ..subsidence? you could talk to him thru the crack 2-4 inches. no heating.
He'd bring 5 year old bullocks back home from the mart and due to poor prices and then leave them starve to death the following winter.
I walked into his yard one day and a rotten carcuss moved.... there was two dogs tied to its ribcage .. it t'was like a dog house.

I hope you reported him, no way would I let that type of stuff slip, I've been in a couple of yards delivering stuff and reported the bastards to RSPCA or department, any cnut that can't treat an animal right and feed them enough to keep them standing should have enough land to bury himself and no more

whelan2

My dad was telling me of a woman farmer who had a few issues, she had a cow calving and went to next farm to get help. There was a lad there helping out who was fond of a few drinks. He went to help calve the cow. He took his jacket off and was working on the cow when he turned round yer woman was drinking the bottle of whiskey that was in his jacket pocket....

Dickie10

Mad_maxx wrote: »

thats "Deliverance " stuff

The back country boys in Georgia wouldnt even have that, dogs would be tied to a car axle or something, thats horrific stuff if true.

Albert Johnson

whelan2 wrote: »

My dad was telling me of a woman farmer who had a few issues, she had a cow calving and went to next farm to get help. There was a lad there helping out who was fond of a few drinks. He went to help calve the cow. He took his jacket off and was working on the cow when he turned round yer woman was drinking the bottle of whiskey that was in his jacket pocket....

My father often told me about helping to extract a big bullock from a bog drain for a neighbour year's back. The neighbour was middle-aged and lived with his elderly mother and was very fond of the drink. This particular winter's day he had neglected to fodder the stock and one bullock must have went in search of grass growing on top of the stagnant water in the drain. The bullock was almost totally submerged when the elderly mother discovered him and raised the alarm.

A team of neighbours and the hungover son were assembled and after much effort the bullock was eventually freed. The son told his mother to go and get a bottle of whiskey from the house to give to the recumbent bullock (seemingly she used to hide any drink he brought home to reduce his consumption). The poor woman set-off for the house and soon returned with a half bottle, by this stage the animal had regained his feet and seemed to be none the worse for his encounter. The son took the bottle off his mother and told her that he was more in need of it than the bullock and promptly drank the lot.

carrollsno1

Albert Johnson wrote: »

My father often told me about helping to extract a big bullock from a bog drain for a neighbour year's back. The neighbour was middle-aged and lived with his elderly mother and was very fond of the drink. This particular winter's day he had neglected to fodder the stock and one bullock must have went in search of grass growing on top of the stagnant water in the drain. The bullock was almost totally submerged when the elderly mother discovered him and raised the alarm.

A team of neighbours and the hungover son were assembled and after much effort the bullock was eventually freed. The son told his mother to go and get a bottle of whiskey from the house to give to the recumbent bullock (seemingly she used to hide any drink he brought home to reduce his consumption). The poor woman set-off for the house and soon returned with a half bottle, by this stage the animal had regained his feet and seemed to be none the worse for his encounter. The son took the bottle off his mother and told her that he was more in need of it than the bullock and promptly drank the lot.

Heard a similar one local to here of a donkey and a well and a young lad been handed a bottle of poitin to give the donkey to warm him up. Sams outcome as youres.

AntrimGlens

Jjameson wrote: »

Sheep scanner came here years ago and while my setting up my Father noted blood splatters on ramp and on the back of his little trailer. “The man before ya got into an argument with a ewe” Transpired the nutter lost the plot with stubborn ewes and bludgeoned one to death on the ramp with a piece of a wooden stake..

I used to work for the Dept doing the blood testing for Brucellosis. I was working outside my own area (close to home actually)one day with a vet who was doing the Tb test. I'd never come across this particular vet before, but have several times since.
The test wasn't going great, the headgate wasn't in great shape and several heifers had managed to burst through it. The heifers were fairly flighty and the vet was getting into bad form, loads of cursing and shouting. There was one heifer made a run for the crush and we could all see she was likely to burst through the headgate.

The Vet lifted the backing bar which was a two inch round piece of hollow steel pipe and swung it at her as she just hit the headgate. The heifer met it with such force and his swing caught her right on the top of the skull. She just dropped onto her belly instantly and I swore he had killed her. The farmer went apoplectic and tore into the vet, who was completely nonplussed. The heifer eventually came round and got to her feet but by jaysus I swore I never would speak to him ever again or give him the time of day. The fooker should have been struck off, but I don't think the farmer even reported him.

Heard someone took a ewe to the surgery that was ill, didn't know what was wrong with her. Said vet took one look at her and said "she's going to die" and that was his diagnosis and off he walked. Prick.

Dinzee Conlee

carrollsno1 wrote: »

Heard a similar one local to here of a donkey and a well and a young lad been handed a bottle of poitin to give the donkey to warm him up. Sams outcome as youres.

I remember the panic and the amount of people about when we had a cow go into a bog hole when I was small... You could only see her head up...
All the neighbours were called upon, ropes were borrowed... She was pulled out late in the day, and like the bullock above wasn’t as bad as you’d expect after the experience...

I am sure it was a bad day for the father at the time, but i was only small and enjoyed all the commotion.
It’s funny how it’s a memory I treasure as all of the participants are now after passing on, including the father...

Good loser

carrollsno1 wrote: »

Tbe grandfather (pioneer, anti drink) used to go on about farms being drank around here over the years etc, most of those farms were only smallholdings by irish standards and in fairness if they were drinking 7 nights a week like back then a small farm like it wouldnt be long going.
Some of the finest farms around this part are ran by lads fond of a drop, whereas here it was teetotalers running the show and the farm has more or less stood still throughout the generations. My thinking behind it is that the fellas drinking needed more money to sustain their lifestyle compared to a pioneer so they had to get better and drive on the farm moreso than the abstainers who just tipped away at nothing too hectic. Also the fellas fond of a drop around here would have every inch of ground fenced, good handling facilities and infrastructure too as the last thing theyd want is to be held up in the evening if they were heading for a pint. Whereas here everythings stiil backwards and the auld fella is going until late most evenings and still getting SFA done.

I met a distant neighbour in the mart about 10 years ago. He was old, very heavy and really slow moving. I suggested it might be a good move to give up the milking. He replied that he couldn't as he drank a lot and needed the money!

enricoh

theaceofspies wrote: »

The rats have to be fed too

A lad beside me used to throw a sup of milk into a bit of a trough for the cats after milking. He forgot his phone one day n went back for it to see the two cats and 5-6 rats supping away at the same time. The shotgun was produced and didn't discriminate!

Reggie.

enricoh wrote: »

A lad beside me used to throw a sup of milk into a bit of a trough for the cats after milking. He forgot his phone one day n went back for it to see the two cats and 5-6 rats supping away at the same time. The shotgun was produced and didn't discriminate!

He hated all equally

Danzy

enricoh wrote: »

A lad beside me used to throw a sup of milk into a bit of a trough for the cats after milking. He forgot his phone one day n went back for it to see the two cats and 5-6 rats supping away at the same time. The shotgun was produced and didn't discriminate!

God will know his own.

To quote a French bishop before a city in the south of France with a lot of heretics was put to the sword.

forgottenhills

Dinzee Conlee wrote: »

I remember the panic and the amount of people about when we had a cow go into a bog hole when I was small... You could only see her head up...
All the neighbours were called upon, ropes were borrowed... She was pulled out late in the day, and like the bullock above wasn’t as bad as you’d expect after the experience...

I am sure it was a bad day for the father at the time, but i was only small and enjoyed all the commotion.
It’s funny how it’s a memory I treasure as all of the participants are now after passing on, including the father...

One day when I was 10 or 11 I was running around the perimeters of my dads farm exploring when I noticed at least 14 or 15 Friesian heifers belonging to a neighbour were in an adjoining large bog drain, well away from our house, and were up to their necks in it. One or two looked dead already. This was the neighbours out farm, not his home place and he possibly didn't check on those heifers every day. I went home, hopped on my bike and cycled a mile or so to his house to let him know. I don't what happened afterwards, I assume that he got the most of them out but it must have been some ordeal to do so. He never mentioned anything to us about it later. Another time he had a Friesian bull on the same land and one morning at about 6am it arrived at our back door and started banging its head on the door. I had plenty of respect for Friesian bulls after than episode.

Kevhog1988

Have another one: drives across a wet field in 3rd with the revs flat out.... just witnessed the old boy drift round a ring feeder 😂😂😂

AckwelFoley

I worked in the South of France for a placement after I finished Mountbellew in the mid 90s.

I remember the exact moment when I knew I was handed a **** show.

They had lambs close to killing that were feeding on too Rich of grass or meal.. i can't remember the exact circumstances in fairness it's 26 years ago, but they started to bloat. Maybe 15 of the 50.

They went down, some started to get very week.

The farmer was enraged..dragged the sick lambs and piled them one on top.of each other in a heap at the door ready for collection before they even died.

My greatest regret is I was a little too young and lacked the confidence to tell him he was a ****ing ape.

Granted. A few weeks later it did all come to a head and I ended up working in Denmark 🇩🇰

Good loser

Danzy wrote: »

God will know his own.

To quote a French bishop before a city in the south of France with a lot of heretics was put to the sword.

Read about that in a superb book by Jonathan Sumption 'The Albigensian Crusade'
It dealt with the Cathars, a group of heretics in southern France in the 14th or 15th Century.
Towards the end of the war (40 years maybe) the official side were poised to capture a major town and enquired of the papal legate what they should do with the population inside as it would not be clear which were Cathars and which weren't.
His response: Kill them all, God will know his own.