With the “My shit don’t stink trio” off at Ashley that left Big Gay Al and myself without any mates, even our new buddy Doug “Digweed” snubbed us with a better offer from The Brize Norton Gun Club but that doesn’t matter to us we had a fantastic time.
As usual the Cotswold Gun Club didn’t disappoint with its heady mixture of testing and simple clays, the wind blowing at 50 mph and driving rain made the shooting exciting and most enjoyable
So who shot shit? I hear you ask. Big Gay Al was today’s shit shooter, he shot so shit he doesn’t even deserve a picture on Shit Shooters, now that must be some shit shooting. Instead we are featuring the beaming victor
For the second time in as many weeks the “my shit don’t stink” trio disrespect their mates and sneak off to Ashley for a 100 bird registered.
The scores were pretty irrelevant as the usual suspects claimed the glory and poor old Mr Van Damme was left floundering in last place but what was of quite some considerable relevance was Mr I don’t shot with more than five’s sartorial elegance.
The weather was blowing a hooligan complete with driving rain, “Wait one minute”, Mr I don’t shot with more than five is heard to say “I will slip into my waterproof trousers.
So what would you expect if some one said “I will just slip into my waterproof trousers? Maybe some black or blue PVC farmer specials, some hi-vis knocked off from British Rail or even some camo from your local hunting supplies shop, no not Mr I don’t shot with more than five, he is auditioning for The Wedding Singer 2
Well it seems once again the “my shit don’t stink” trio skulked off to a secret shoot at Kingweston failing to invite any of their mates, I guess that’s probably because they no longer have any mates having fucked them off so often.
I do not have the scores I can only assume that was because they were so shit the cards were accidentally lost.
Anyway their efforts were immortalised forever as clayshooting.tv were there to record all the shenanigans, you might like to watch the debacle for yourself.
Well it appears our intrepid new shooter Doug has a sense of adventure and entered a 120 bird registered at Westfield today, got to hand it to the guy he dives in balls deep.
Well things went as you would expect and out of approximately 200 guns our man Doug storms into last palce with a 46/120, what a shit score, but to be fair it was a good dozen clays more than we had all predicted.
Three cheers for Doug just for having a go, Hip Hip…….
On our trip to Meadowcroft shoot today Baz found Thomas the tank engine half burried in the dirt, feeling sorry for poor old Thomas he recueded hime from his muddy grave, took him home, cleaned him up and now is pushing him around his lounge making “Choo choo” sounds.
All our mates were doing other things today so Baz and myself tried out a new shooting ground (scores to follow).
Billed as “The shooting ground you have all been waiting for” Meadowcroft Shoot near Marksbury, Somerset was quite a surprise. Nestled in a little valley several hundred yards literally off the beaten track a lot of work has gone into making two car parks, paths through the shooting ground and installing some comforting facilities. There was a superb variety of birds, from testing long distance teal and loopers to easy to miss close rabbits and crossers.
One slight annoyance was they were taking CPSA registration numbers as if it was a registered shoot and charging the same for birds only, £36 a round
Baz, Mr “I don’t shoot with more than five” and Terry went for a secret 100 bird CPSA registered at The South West Shooting School, Devon today, completely forgetting to invite thier mates, which will be remembered come the day of reckoning.
Anyway it appears Terry claimed his usual spot in last place with a shit display of shooting worthlessness
Couldn't hit a barn door