Today was the annual christmas 200 bird shooting expedition to Ilfracombe, Devon. The day starts with us all meeting up for breakfast at Northgate Inn South Molton, shit shooters gathering from all over the West Country, places as far apart as Bristol, Burnham-On-Sea. Crewkerne and Cornwall, there was 15 of us this time round
As usual me and Big Gay Al got no invites anywhere and were even snubbed by Baz, so off to the Cotswolds we went stopping for breakfast at The Toby Carvery, Bradney Stoke on the way.
After a fine filling breakfast it was back onto the motorway north to The Cotswolds, unfortunately owing to a slight wrong lane incident we ended up on the M4 east to London necessitating in a quick detour down the M32 to do a u-turn to go back to join the M5 north, this was an omen of the day to come.
This apparently was Clair’s last day, no more will she finger our chocolate fudge cake
Anyway onto the shooting, I made my usual dismal start ending up 5 clays behind after only two stands, gradually though over the next nine stands I reeled Al in.
It was all on the stand with Al to the oche first he needed a nine. Oh for fuck’s sake it was a beginners stand with two easy incommers and Al got a straight, even Stevie Wonder could have straighted this stand.
The navigation skills didn’t improve on the way home, we missed the M5 south turning, almost ended up going north to Brum and had to swerve off to Gloucester to do a u-turn back to the M5
Big Gay Al swung by earlier this morning and we headed of for a friendly round of sporting at Mendip Shooting Ground stopping as usual for breakfast at The Lillypool Cafe on the way
Mendip seemed strangely deserted guess people are fed up with the same old, same old and having to use their own cartridges. Anyway Mike asked if he could join us and naturally we said “No, fuck off”, LOL!
The weather was a little chilly, a hint of drizzle in the air with a fair breeze blowing but down on the sporting layout being a little sheltered it wasn’t too bad.
Stand one Mike kicked off with a seven, next Big Gay with a four and finally me with an eight, the next stand Big Gay Al stepped up with a quacking while me and Mike had an eight a piece. The next few stands were pretty average but Big Gay Al having had a shit start was slowly reeling in me and Mike, by the end of the round it was all on the last stand, a pair of driven.
So who was the shit shooter then?
After a mega shit start Al came in first by one clay
I just managed to hang onto second place by one clay
That leaves Mike to claim this weeks crown of shit
Couldn't hit a barn door