It’s easter so as is traditional shit shooters from all over the West country head to Ilfracombe in darkest Devon for 200 birds of friendly rivalry and banter.
This year 27 shooters descended on The Northgate Inn for breakfast before heading out to The North Devon Shooting Ground for the first round of a hundred birds as a warm up for the main event another hundred birds in the afternoon at The Southwest Shooting School
Unfortunately I forgot to take any pictures so here are a selection from past trips
And I guess that just leaves the scores and who claimed the title of Shit Shooter
As you can see our very own Andy Meerkat was today’s shit splattered thunderbox
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.
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.
Another Sunday morning and once again the clay ground is calling, today it was the Cotswold Gun Club that was honoured with our presence.
We stopped for breakfast at the Toby Carvery as is usual for a trip to the Cotswolds and this time didn’t end up on the M4 heading to London, which was actually quite lucky as the M32 was closed.
I started off pretty good with a couple of eights, Al started of pretty mediocre with some sixes but then I turned to shit while Al upped his game on the home five stands it seemed Al couldn’t miss and I couldn’t break one if I stepped on it, I did manage a straight on the last stand but too little too late.
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
Big Gay Al was desperate for a win after losing twice in a row so knowing I never seem to shoot very well at Ashcombe, Kennford, Devon suggested we go there today. As usual we stopped for a great breakfast at The Grill On The Hill, Halden.
The shit set in for Al right from the start and it never got any better, eventually finishing a whole stand behind. Always the smiling optimist “Never mind he said I will get you on the skeet bunnies”. Well that didn’t work out so well for him either losing by three clays.
Losing three weeks running now Big Gay Al is in the lead for the 2017 world shit shooting crown
I was under orders from his better half Trudy to leave him on the side of the motorway if he lost, but when I pulled over just south of Cullompton to ditch him he started to cry and promised to shoot better next time so I felt sorry for him and gave him one last chance
It is getting embarrassing shooting with Al he is so shit so I am looking for a new shooting buddy, anyone want to go shooting this Sunday call me.
Yet another Sunday, yet another fine day for claybusting and yet another trip to the Cotswold Gun Club for Big Gay Al and Myself, once again stopping for breakfast at The Toby Carvery, Bradley Stoke and this time we actually didn’t end up heading for London when I rejoined the M5
Things started great for the pair of us with a couple of 8’s and 9’s but then the rot set if for poor old Al, he went so far off the boil he froze solid, he couldn’t hit the proverbial barn door, I don’t even think he could have broken one lying on the ground.
Dereck fresh from defeat last week shows Al he let him win
Big Gay Al going for the shit shooter world crown 2017
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
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
Big Gay Al his shit stinks of shit
Couldn't hit a barn door