Today at Woodspring Bay there was a charity shoot in memory of Sam, Dr John’s grandson, raising money for Cots For Tots and Above & Beyond. Naturally the shit shooters are always happy to contribute to a worthy cause especially when there is some shooting involved, so me and Big Gay Al met up with Tony for some clay busting fun.
The main man Dr John sporting an exclusive pair of palm tree shooting glasses, the yellow lenses giving a superior optical enhancement under low light conditions.
Plenty of raffle prizes donated by shooters, never did find out how many cartridges in that jar, reckon there weren’t 158
Time for a little BS between rounds
The twiddle brothers on stand one twiddling
Out on the ground
Terry making light work of stand one, must have been all that twiddling
Big Gay Al looking rather pleased with himself
Tony breaking clays with an intense stare
And I guess that just leaves today’s backed up sewer
Yep it’s me again, seem to have hit into a spell of shit shooting
Apologies for the lateness of this post but a couple of weeks ago I had a catastrophic computer failure so am slowly grinding back in action on a new iMac, after using a Windows computer since time began it’s taking a little getting used to.
Anyway on with the show.
We decided to slum it today with a trip to Shipham up on the Mendip hills in Somerset, stopping as usual for a fine breakfast at the Lillypool cafe.
Al was shooting like a demon with a straight on the first three stands, me on the other hand was nursing a bad back and not doing so well. Al almost took high gun on the day but was pipped by one clay by Trevor.
In an unusual departure from our usual practice of just taking in the cheaper numpty shoots Al, Jos and myself persuaded by Alf decided to have ago at a CPSA registered shoot, so off we all went to Meadowcroft, Marksbury near Bath in Somerset.
Meadowcroft is a great shooting ground set in a valley with a mixture of easy, teasing, testing and what the fuck birds it makes for a good mornings claybusting.
Al has finally found some form after spending a few weeks floundering in the shit pile and came out on top
Next in line was myself, I couldn’t hit the side of a bus this morning even managed a quacking
Finally today’s shit filled wheelbarrow, Japanese Toilet Boy
After three humiliating defeats in a row Big Gay Al desperately needed a win bad so I picked up Japanese Toilet Boy (Joss) and Al and we headed off for a mediocre breakfast at The Hilltops cafe before setting off into darkest Devon for a hundred and forty birds at Ashley near Tiverton.
Right from the start Big Gay Al meant business with a nine on the first stand, followed up by a straight ten and a couple of eights, kind of left me and Japanese Toilet Boy playing catch up.
The round went on and Big Gay Al was in his element, nine, ten, ten, eight, eight, he was like a shooting god only slipping with a couple of fives on the whole round.
A huge cheer for Al back from the dead
I came in second trailing by almost a whole stand
And that only leaves today’s shit splattered thunderbox, Japanese Toilet Boy
Big Gay Al was desperate for a win after losing twice in a row so knowing I never seem to shoot very well at Ashcombe, Kennford, Devon suggested we go there today. As usual we stopped for a great breakfast at The Grill On The Hill, Halden.
The shit set in for Al right from the start and it never got any better, eventually finishing a whole stand behind. Always the smiling optimist “Never mind he said I will get you on the skeet bunnies”. Well that didn’t work out so well for him either losing by three clays.
Losing three weeks running now Big Gay Al is in the lead for the 2017 world shit shooting crown
I was under orders from his better half Trudy to leave him on the side of the motorway if he lost, but when I pulled over just south of Cullompton to ditch him he started to cry and promised to shoot better next time so I felt sorry for him and gave him one last chance
It is getting embarrassing shooting with Al he is so shit so I am looking for a new shooting buddy, anyone want to go shooting this Sunday call me.
Couldn't hit a barn door