Being the first weekend of the school holidays and having got stuck on the motorway for 2 hours on Saturday it was decided to go somewhere fairly local that didn’t require a trip on the M5. After some thought we picked Brookbank, Draycott in Somerset. Big Gay Al had never shot there and it had been 10 years since I shot there.
After a coffee and a condescending safety talk from the owner it was off with our claymate in hand to shoot the sporting layout.
The layout started pretty good with a great variety of clays but soon descended into shit as after about the seventh stand or so the next five or six stands are on the end of their various trap layouts which made them impossible to shot when people were shooting trap disciplines. so it meant we had to go back and shoot some of the first few stands.
As usual the round started well enough with Big Gay taking the lead, me taking the lead and as usual going into the last couple stands we were pretty even, then once again I couldn’t help but think of the good time Trudy had promised if I let Al win and all went to shit and I totally fucked up an easy incomer and a floppy 10 yard teal.
As everyone knows nothing can be kept secret from the shit shooting paparazzi for too long and it appears the trio may have been back in action today at Ashley near Tiverton, Devon
Details are a little sketchy but they could well have been joined by Gary “The legend” , Dr John also shot but we are not sure if he joined the trio, um, er…. quartet.
So the scores
Andy took the honours with a reasonable 76/100
Next up the Legend with 72/100
Bionic finger takes the bronze medal with a magnificent effort
And that just leaves today’s shit shooter. Everyone had a piece of Baz’s ass and when we say everyone, we mean everyone, A class shooters, B class shooters, C class shooters, even the birds only crew got in on the action.
Just time for an honourable mention to Dr John, always there making up the numbers, always having a good time, always with his faithful companion in tow.
(Oops thought I had a picture of Dr John and pickles uploaded, better correct that later)
We hadn’t been to Ashcombe near Exeter in a while so 8:30 this morning me and Big Gay Al struck out on the 45 minute drive to The Grill On The Hill at Kennford for breakfast before making our way to the shooting ground only another 5 minutes along the A380.
We were going to start the day with a round of skeet bunnies but one of the traps wasn’t working so good so gave up.
The round started well for me with a two clay lead on the first stand, two stands later we were even, then Al took the lead by a clay, stretched it out to four clays before I hit back with a couple great stands leaving to all to play for on the last two stands.
I then remembered Trudy (Big Gay Al’s wife) said she would show me a good time if I let Al win because he gets all grumpy if he loses, with this thought ringing in my mind I handed victory to Al.
Back at the beginning of June some of the shit shooters struck out on the annual shooting trip to Cyprus and it is only now six weeks later Andy “Meerkat” has managed to get off his fat ass and mail me some pictures.
I never got any details of the trip, I guess what happens in Cyprus stays in Cyprus but here are a few pictures anyway
You may have noticed over the last few weeks I have been stuck balls deep in the biggest pile of shit shooting known to man but this week I had a massive incentive to kick ass.
At the weekly Saturday club meeting at the workshop Big Gay Al said if I managed to kick his ass he would buy the doughnuts, he obviously didn’t realize the rashness of his comment as anyone in the trade should know nothing gets between a mechanic and a doughnut.
Sunday morning filled with confidence I picked up Al and off we went to Ashley near Tiverton, Devon for a friendly 140 birds.
I had been given some Hull Superfast to try out which were only a 27gram load.
Al was up first and made a complete balls up of the stand, I was in hoping that 1 gram lead deficit wouldn’t affect my score and made not quite the balls up Al made but a balls up never the less.
The first stand must have been a one off as over the next few stands we both got 8s, 9s and 10s with the lead going back and forth, then out of the blue Al had a shit one leaving the door wide open, he did manage to pull a couple back but it was all over, the doughnuts were mine.