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.