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Using Duck Decoys In Duck Hunting

guyortiz6e — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 03:00:25 +0000

Dogging and feeding can be the 2 possible ways of using a duck decoy. People whose favorite pastime is duck hunting can look forward to using decoys to lure these animals.

http://www.squidoo.com/duck-hubting-decoys

#13 Camping

Kamalia — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 21:22:46 +0000

I don’t care about the fact that I look absolutely butters in this photo. It brings up awesome memories.

I want to go camping in the woods again. I remember running and hiding from the police. Walking to Tesco’s five times just to buy candles, lighters and food. Taking about 50 Tesco Direct catologues for the fire and stealing blank receipt rolls. Watching Flushed Away at 3am in the Electronics Aisle. Walking through the car park of the playground only to find people dogging. Streaking through the golf course. Making James and Dean come with me and Alice to pee. Walking Leanna back home at 10pm. ‘Borrowing’ three recycle bins so that we could use the leaves etc. to fuel the fire. Dragging the roof of the bus shelter with James, across the dual carriageway and using it to keep the rain away from the fire. Stuffing our faces with shit. Me and Alice creasing when James ate his popcorn. Dean complaining of the cold and us telling him to just shut up because we were tired and dead and tired. Talking for ages in the tent even when we were tired. Laying in the tent James, me, Alice then Dean. Me sharing a sleeping bag with James, and Alice sharing with Dean so that we could all share foot warmth. All four of us spooning and falling asleep while laughing at something ridiculous. Walking home afterwards like real life zombies.

It all didn’t happen in that order. Something I’ll always look fondly upon. Can’t wait to do it again (:

This will probably be my last post for today so, goodnight.

Love,

Kamalia.

We need dogging explained.

byronchenko — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 21:28:18 +0000

Not been a bad day, had a good walk round Kirkstall Abbey, scaled a steep hill, seen a man spanking a woman and nearly had a fight with a squirrel.

Just watched Dirty Leeds scrape a victory over Norwich, Dirty Leeds probably deserved it, but Lambert was booing and making out it was a massive injustice. Scotch wanker.

We were having a good chat about dogging etiquette last night, we’re going to sign up as Dogging Danph, I think, try and find some stuff out, what are the rules and stuff. Mary Whitehouse on PT keeps locking our threads on the subject.

Short as anything update today, not sure if much has been happening today/yesterday..

Great Track of the day ;

Less Than Jake – Last One Out Of Liberty City

Among Dogs

secretlynaughty — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 00:02:32 +0000

Unfortunately the beacon turned out to be more a case of false hope. It seems that this saviour was nothing more than a weasel in sheep’s clothing. Ok so I have mixed metaphors but I could hardly call him a wolf in sheep’s clothing. That would have given a false impression of this spineless pathetic excuse of a man.

I feel quite relieved to have escaped that situation.

But within days I met a genuine guy (Flame) who lit up my face with smiles. We didn’t meet through the internet but through real life. This was not a date as such. Our paths crossed occasionally through work, he had wanted to meet me for sometime and would be in the area next day so we met for lunch. He walked me back to my car after lunch and to my suprise kissed me. I hadn’t expected it , I was taken off guard, eventually I managed to tear myself away. returning to the office one of the girls quizzed me about the big grin on my face. It was difficult to concentrate for the rest of the day.

Next day he had to phone me at work, we arranged a brief meeting on Friday afternoon to solve a slight problem that had occurred. Later in the day he text me that he was slightly worse for wear, he was at a prestigious sporting event that he had paid a lot of money to attend and was enjoying the bar.

Not long after I arrived home form the office he phoned asking if he could see me that evening. I was confused as he had already told me that the event would go on quite late into the evening. But he apparently couldn’t get me out of his mind and wanted to see me so he was getting a taxi home now.

How I managed to have a bath, iron my jeans, feed my family and get there in under an hour I don’t know, I arrived at the agreed place exactly on time (I was impressed). He had been drinking so I drove, we ended up finding a pub near to where I work. From the moment he got into my car he kissed me and was stroking my arm and leg while I drove. Once seated in the pub garden we kissed a lot, but although I wanted to be closer to him I delayed, taking my time over my drink, asking him questions about himself. But neither of us could resist for long.

We decided to find a quiet place where we could kiss and cuddle in private. He gave me directions as we drove, ending up in what we thought would be a quiet waterside carpark. It was dark by now but the moon was very bright, there were other cars there before us but I thought they were night fishermen or else courting couples. I parked in the middle of the carpark under a tree away from the other cars.

We climbed into the back of my car and began kissing in earnest. He soon had my black top raised so that he could get to my breasts. I couldn’t help laughing at his fumbled attempts to release me from my bra, twisting my arm behind me I did it for him. (I can be obliging like that now and again).

We were engrossed in our kissing, now and again breaking off for him to pay homage to my ‘fantastic tits’. It was at one such moment that I noticed the man circling around my car. He was far enough away that he wouldn’t have seen much. But in the bright moonlight I could see him quite clearly looking towards my car. Keeping a watch on him to make sure he didn’t come any closer we continued kissing. Other cars came and went, some parked up along the northern edge of the car park would flash their headlights from time to time.

I became very concious of the contrast of my pale skin with my black top so that every time I was exposed by flame,I was sure the man could see. He had moved back to his own car now a short distance behind my back. Another car joined him and I noticed the two men chatting beside their vehicles.

Flame was becoming agitated at their presence, I told him to ignore them. By now I had realised that we were among doggers, but provided they kept their distance I was ok. Flame was astounded that doggers actually exist, he thought it was just a few perverts, didn’t realise how common it actually is especially so close to home.

We had been indulging in another passinate kiss when I sat up after breaking for breath to see a face peering in through the window just inches behind my head. My reflex was to smack the window with the back of my hand just where the face was. It was funny to see him scuttle off back to his car. Both men retreating to the safety of their cars, they talked for a while before one drove off leaving his mate behind. Now I was getting a bit jittery, although we continued our kissing the moment had been lost.

Flame would have liked me to give him a blow job but I had become so unsettled by now that I just couldn’t. Besides I had promised myself that there would be no real sex. If we were going to have sex it would be done properly not in the back of a car in a public place. I did however give in to his gentle persuasion to wank him off. I am not sure if I did this as compensation for not giving him head or if it was just pride in my ability, I wanted to give him an idea of what he could have in a different situation. Taking his semi hard cock in my hand I wanked him off whilst trying not to let it be obvious to those looking, just what was going on. I wanked him slowly at first before making my movements harder and faster. It wasn’t long before he came it was then that we realised there was nothing to clean him off with.

I could have cleaned him up with my tongue but I had already made up my mind that was not going to happen so I didn’t offer instead I found a tissue in my bag, he had to make do with that. He sorted his jeans out and we both got back into the front seats and we set off for the city where I dropped him off and took myself home.

'Dogging' o sexo en público

jonkepa — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 13:50:44 +0000

M. A. Martín

El término ‘dogging’ es un eufemismo británico para referirse a la actividad sexual que se realiza en un lugar semipúblico. La ubicación de dicho lugar es crucial para esta actividad. Generalmente se trata de lugares apartados del mundanal ruido. Puede tratarse de un bosque, de un gran parque, de unas dunas, de la playa… sitios a los que habitualmente se accede más bien en coche.

Con frecuencia se encuentran presentes —tan sólo mirando o participando activamente— más de dos personas. De hecho, puede tornarse en una situación de sexo grupal. La práctica del ‘dogging’ en algunas ocasiones se traduce al castellano como ‘cancaneo’. Y alienta —directa e indirectamente— la práctica del exhibicionismo y del voyeurismo.

El número de participantes en un momento dado puede ser elevado, dependiendo de la ciudad, el día, el momento… En ocasiones todo parece transcurrir tan lentamente que no se llegan a formar grupos extensos.

Un aspecto curioso de los encuentros de ‘dogging’ es que a menudo se convocan a través de internet y de un momento a otro. Las personas no suelen conocerse con anterioridad. Hay una tendencia en cuanto a los días, horas y lugares donde se realiza la práctica. Existen puntos geográficos que a menudo se convierten en el escenario sexual elegido por sus practicantes.

Originalmente, el término ‘dogging’ se usaba para referirse a aquella actividad en la que alguien espiaba a parejas que se encontraban realizando actividades sexuales en el coche o en algún otro lugar público. Es decir, el término se empleaba para referirse concretamente a una conducta voyeurista. Recordemos que una parte esencial del voyeurismo tradicional es la excitación que les supone mirar prácticas sexuales sin ser vistos. En el ‘dogging’ las personas miran y se exhiben abiertamente. En ese sentido se puede considerar una extensión de la práctica del ’swinging’ o intercambio de parejas, la cual se realiza en público. En un principio esta nueva variante del ‘dogging’ surgió en Gran Bretaña. No obstante, en la actualidad hay evidencia de su práctica en muchos países más, como pueden ser: EUA, Canadá, Francia, Irlanda, Australia, Brasil, Holanda, Noruega, Polonia… En España esta práctica está cobrando cada vez más auge, quizás debido al carácter gregario de los españoles.

Como hemos aclarado al escribir sobre el exhibicionismo y el voyeurismo, la práctica del ‘dogging’ en muchos lugares representa un delito. En algunas sociedades la ley es más estricta al respecto, y en otras es bastante más laxa. En España hay ciudades, como Benidorm, en donde se han realizado muchos vídeos clandestinos de parejas practicando ‘dogging’ y que es posible encontrar en internet. Hay portales y foros que se especializan en mostrar este tipo de vídeos.

La legislación en el Reino Unido es muy curiosa en este respecto. Estipula que si todos los participantes en la escena de ‘dogging’ son adultos, están ahí voluntariamente, y no pasa por ahí ninguna persona ajena a la práctica, entonces no existe delito. Queda claro que esto no ofrece ninguna garantía a los practicantes.

¿Conocías la práctica del ‘dogging’? ¿Alguna vez te has visto en una situación de esas características? ¿Te gustaría participar en la práctica del “dogging”? ¿Qué reacciones te evoca? ¿Conoces a alguien que lo practique?.

Por M. PÉREZ, J. J. BORRÁS Y X. ZUBIETA (SOITU.ES)

Esta entrada complementa esta otra:

¿Qué es el dogging o cancaneo?

it's not all beautiful scenery and peace and quiet

singy — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 13:02:19 +0000

As Idylic as fishing can be, sat by a beatiful stretch of river, next to the wild and open sea. the sounds of nature in your ears and the smells of the flowers and trees, there are on occasions when the fish seem to prefer the more built up and urban areas of the Thames.

I’ve fished 2 nights on a new spot the seems to be frequented by strange people. Parking behind me and flashing their interior lights. People parking up and enjoying odd looking cigatettes. numerous visits by the police and the odd courting couple who seem to forget to turn off their interior lights. It’s made for a couple of very interesting trips. Possibly not a place to take Danny though.

I’ve managed to lose a carp on the first night and land one on the second, so the spot certainly seems to have potential, and a good element of the unknown. And if the fishing is slow, there’s no end to the entertainment on offer.

dodging the doggers

Mmmmmmmmmmm.........Hotdogs............

RandomMonkey — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 15:56:26 +0000

I’d eat this little fella…..with onions and banana sauce of course!!!!

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!!!!!!!!!!

HEY, you. You're a sexy...

camiknickers — Sat, 22 Aug 2009 11:40:15 +0000

…man and no mistake. Well done for following my advice on the clothing. God, I could kiss my way from your fingers to your armpit VIA YOUR BALLS. rowr.

Yes, that’s what all the ladies will be saying to you [bar the following/advice part] FROM NOW ON. And unless you’re going to ignore all of them for being a bit too keen [desperate? what? that's not cool all of a sudden?] you’ll have to date some. Only the nice ones, mind. BUT WHERE SHOULD YOU TAKE A GIRL ON A FIRST DATE?

Dogging.

Bowling. Hunting. Fishing.

The back of a supermarket, by the bins.

The back of a taxi.

Back to yours.

The park, at night, so she can look at the stars while you suck off a stranger.

The park, by day, so she can weep quietly while you watch children and force her to touch you in daddy’s special place.

Church.

That should give you plenty of options, you know, see you through a few exciting meetings with women you haven’t met before. They’ll fucking love it OR YOUR MONEY BACK, not guaranteed at all. And I accept no responsibility for whatever the Police might want to say to you if you take any of this at all to heart. Apart from all the stuff about the clothes. That stuff’s true.