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.
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)
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.
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
It was a glorious April’s day here is The West Country, it was 50 degrees, sun was shining, a few fluffy white clouds against a blue s with a blustery 20mph south-easterly breeze, just the weather for busting clays.
So I picked up Big Gay Al about 8:09 and we headed to The Hilltops Cafe, Pawlett for breakfast before heading down to Ashley, Tiverton for some shooting fun
There were some great clays laid on and the blustery wind added to the excitement. I made my usual slow start with a six on the first stand an incommer stalling in the wind before dropping left or right followed by a left – right crosser, not that difficult really. Al made an equally slow start with a five. Onto stand to and Al improved with a nine and I didn’t get any better, stand three we broke even, Al then hit into a winning streak with a row of nines and tens, leaving me crying in the dirt.
I pulled a few back on the home straight and only needed eighteen out of ten to win, giving it a good go only dropping one clay was not quite good enough with Al showing how it was done today finishing on 108/140
It was a glorious August Sunday morning so me and Big Gay Al took a 45 minute drive to Ashley near Tiverton Devon for a friendly 70 birds
So who won I am sure you are wondering, well we both started with a ten straight on a nice easy warm up stand, moving to a crosser with an incomer on report Al slipped one clay behind, followed by a pair of high driven Al slipped to four behind, next a pair of quartering and Al slipped to five behind, the rot was well and truly setting in, 28 inches of Beretta power showing 30 inches of rusty Browning how it should be done. Over the last three stands Al managed to pull a couple back but it was too late, he was today’s pebble dashed thunderbox.
Andy, Terry (The my shit don’t stink duo) and Dr John went for a 100 bird registered at Ashley near Tiverton, Devon today, whilst there met with Dave (GT) and Gary.
After a couple bad (easy) stands to start with one of our star players got a bit of a cob on when one of his well meaning buddies tried to give some helpful advice, and having a “fuck you all” moment stormed off, well that’s how I heard it anyway.
The adrenalin boost must have aided his shooting as he finished with not a bad score considering it was apparently a tough shoot.
So the scores
Andy = 72/100
Gary = 70/100
GT = 64/100
Terry = 53/100
And today’s shit filled bed pan Dr John on 50%
Couldn't hit a barn door