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)
Saturday evening I get a text from Baz a fully paid up member of the my shit don’t stink trio asking if me and Big Gay Al were shooting, seems his buddies have snubbed him, yeah sure dude I replied we are going to The Cotswolds Gun Club, so that was it we were all set for some shooting. I also sent a text to Joss the new shitshooter from a couple of weeks ago.
Sunday morning All arrives and we get into character, then collect Baz and finally onto pick-up Joss. Knocked open his door and it was like the grave, dog started to bark and there was a little rummaging of the curtains then Joss appears like a cast off from a zombie flick. Uuuurrrggh, uurrrgh ugg, fflllluuuuug he said are you going shooting, yeah we said, oh fuck he said sorry guys, well we sent you a text, mass snubbage from the newbie.
As is traditional we stopped for a magnificent breakfast at the Toby Carvery on the way.
Me and Baz started the round with a great eight apiece while Al only managed a four, me and Baz continued with sevens, eight, nines and tens while Al followed behind with fours, fives and sixes, on the last stand me and Baz were even and Al only need nineteen out of ten to win.
Baz squeaked a couple lucky clays to take today’s honours
The pressure got to me and I slipped into second place
Today was the annual christmas 200 bird shooting expedition to Ilfracombe, Devon. The day starts with us all meeting up for breakfast at Northgate Inn South Molton, shit shooters gathering from all over the West Country, places as far apart as Bristol, Burnham-On-Sea. Crewkerne and Cornwall, there was 15 of us this time round
It appears Andy and Terry are once again a duo today, I guess Baz is still recovering from several weeks of jerking off with his carney buddies.
Anyway the duo arrived at Meadowcroft, Marksbury, Somerset for a 100 birds registered a little later than usual after stopping for breakfast at the Lillypool cafe Shipham. On the way in they met Gary West Trucks who was just leaving after shooting a round of 58, he said it was all a bit gloopy and some cars were sliding down the slope into parked cars down in the lower car park which meant the duo had a bit of a stroll down from the upper car park.
Andy started the round with a straight and was all set for a monster score, a few stands later Terry was at the oche a pair of low crossers, a couple of pairs in and the trapper didn’t see a hit and asked our man if he had hit them, honest Terry said “No” and with his place in heaven assured carried on with a clear conscience.
Nothing much happened until the last stand a fast rabbit followed by a looper, apparently Andy missed two rabbits by a country mile but the trapper announced he had straighted the stand, “Well” said Andy “If she gave to me I will take them”. I don’t know how he can sleep easy at night
Which from the scores (See note below) I have makes this weeks winner …….
Yeah that’s right Dr John, those expensive shooting glasses must really be paying dividends
Terry “Bionic finger” came in one clay behind the doctor
After an extraordinary meeting of the commitee it has been decided to a null Andy’s score for being a cheating A-rab which makes him this weeks pus oozing boil on a gorilla’s arse.
There has not much activity on shit shooters for a few weeks now, I did get some scores come in from Terry of the my shit don’t stink trio but owing to my computer breaking down (I think it got a bad case of Gaymidgetpornitus) haven’t been able to post anything, hopefully later this week I can get back on the case, in the meantime though here is a quick news update.
It’s carney season so our star player Baz has been jerking off in the carney shed with his carney buddies.
Big Gay Al took such a pummeling on his last shoot at Springway Park he hasn’t been able to pick up a gun since, making all sorts of excuses about fences to put up, working and farm stuff to do.
With the deer season started Dereck has been off in the woods with Chris his stalking buddy
Terry took some time out to have a bionic finger fitted, he can now miss an easy pair in half the time
Haven’t heard from Andy, I guess with no mates to play with he has been playing with himself
Not sure what Dr John’s been up to, looking so cool I expect he has been having a hard time fending off the chicks.
New comers to shit shooters John, Jim, Tony and farmer Dave went to Mork a few miles north of Chepstow just over the bridge last week where once again Dave proved farmers can’t shoot.
The my shit dont stink trio picked up a fourth member today on a trip to Gunsite, Gloucestershire for a 100 birds registered. I had a couple of photos sent to me earlier taken with Baz’s left bollock, he apologized for the quality saying his right bollock takes better pictures.
Must have been an easy layout as the scores were quite high.
Yeah, yeah no prizes for guessing who came first with 86/100
Coming in second was Matt on 84/100 a most respectable score
In third place was Andy with 75/100, if he hadn’t stopped of at the Lai DIng Light massage parlour for a quick happy ending maybe he would have shot better
That only leaves poor old Terry bringing up the rear on 69/100
Couldn't hit a barn door