What a great day to be alive, 7:30 on a crisp English summers morning, a little dew on the ground, blue skies, a wisp of a breeze and the golden sun just starting to warm things up a little, grabbing my trusty 28 inches it was off to pick Big Gay Al up and head off to Devon for a mornings shooting
A quick forty-five minutes later we were at The Pitstop Cafe, Marsh Barton for breakfast and what a fine breakfast it was too.
Just look at this breakfast
After breakfast had settled a little it was time to take the thirty minute hike back to Ashley, Devon’s premier shooting ground for a friendly 140 birds.
What about the shooting?
Al put me in first on a simo pair of tasty looking crossers, much to my surprise I hit them, hit them again, and again, and again, finishing up with a magnificent 9/10, apprehensively Al took to the stand and walked up with an embarrassing 4/10, it was all over.
Al never recovered from that 5 clay deficit, over the next 13 stands, he pulled a couple back, I pulled further out in front, he pulled a couple back, until the last few stands when he eventually found some form but it was too little too late.
Wood spring Bay Shooting Ground at Wick St Lawrence on the Somerset coast was open today so Big Gay Al and myself went along for a friendly 100 birds
The usual mixture of easy, testing and WTF clays were put on by Trevor and his crew, we even had a tip from Bionic Finger to leave stand one tip last, so heeding his warning we headed for stand two
As has become the norm we both got off to a pretty good start with a couple of eights, then he got an eight, I got a seven, he was one up, I was one up and so on. Going into the last couple of stands we were all even but today unknown to me it was Al that was on a promise from Jane and he totally fucked up on an easy incommmer followed by a zippy little quartering riser, handing victory to me.
Couldn't hit a barn door