I observe, in Turinge in Dutchland, […]

A variation of this is the well-known Matuka style, where the wing is secured to the shank, eliminating the possibility of the rear of the wing underwrapping the hook.

Now exile is over, I'll fly to the north, The home of my childhood, the place of my birth; O the transports of gladness that over me reign, To blink upon canny Newcastle again!

Man, he's a big mofo.