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A display of traps from the country show. And yes, the big ones in the middle are mantraps.
They were legal out of doors in the UK until the 1820s, and many were clearly designed to maim. Given the lack of antibiotics and general filthiness, perhaps kill.
Both of these have metal teeth that would meet in the middle of a man’s leg. Maybe have it clean off. Ouch. A measure of how much landowners hated poachers.
An ancestor of mine was supposedly deported for poaching a deer. On the other hand, my big brother told me that and he’s full of shit. *shrug emoji*
Posted: May 28th, 2019 under personal.
Comments: 8
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Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: May 28, 2019, 9:27 pm
Man traps you say –
I say MANBEARPIG traps!
Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: May 28, 2019, 9:36 pm
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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The Shruggie
Comment from Surly Ermine
Time: May 28, 2019, 10:40 pm
Here’s to brothers that are full of shit. *clink*
Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: May 28, 2019, 11:03 pm
I wonder how good the Brits were about keeping track of things like that. It might make a fun genealogy search, and if proven might get you (at least) honorary Australian citizenship!
Comment from Mark Matis
Time: May 29, 2019, 12:22 am
Loooks like the perfect things to put all around 10 Downing…
Comment from Deborah HH
Time: May 29, 2019, 12:38 am
@Some Vegetable. My fourth great-grandfather committed a crime and was transported to Virginia in 1766. Family genealogists found all the records of his “crime” in Shrewsbury, England. He was transported in chains on a slave ship, then bought by the Lee plantation. The British were very good at record-keeping and documentation 🙂
Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: May 29, 2019, 5:23 pm
Ah, the colonies.
Populated by people who were hand picked by some of the finest judges in all of England.
Meanwhile here in the US, I have so far been completely unable to prove that Robert Mueller has never eaten a small child.
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