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.
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)
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.
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
Having not been claybusting since kicking Al’s ass big style and having no stalking, I called Al to see if he wanted another ass kicking, he did.
So I picked him up about 8:17am and off we went to Ashcombe Adventure Park, Kennford, Devon for a friendly round of sporting followed by a friendly round of skeet bunnies, stopping as is traditional for breakfast at The Grill on The Hill, Haldon Hill, Devon.
Big Gay Al’s shooting woes continued with what would have been a convincing ass thrashing but luckily for him I completely fucked the last stand only managing a quack saver and he made a small come back finishing six behind, he didn’t fare much better on the skeet bunnies missing six overall to my four.
Baz is off with his carney buddies, haven’t heard from the my shit don’t stink duo and Big Gay Al is still suffering from the mega ass kicking he got last week (in fact I heard his self-esteem took such a battering he has had to have a course of counselling with a sports psychiatrist after seriously thinking of knocking clay shooting on the head) so I was left with no mates.
Until that is shooting buddy Chris came to the rescue with the offer of a morning’s deer stalking in Devon
We set off for Devon at about 6am whilst it was still dark aiming to get to the stalking grounds just as light was breaking. The weather wasn’t bad 45 degrees, dry and a little cloudy but with the wind blowing 10mph from the north-east it meant we had to approach the stalk from not the ideal direction.
Unfortunately it wasn’t Chris’s day and after stalking some deer for a while was unable to get a clear, safe shot.
I had a better time of it and managed to take a Red Stag from 102 yards with a perfect heart/lung shot, he weighed in at 171 lbs field dressed on the game dealer’s scales.
Normally I probably wouldn’t have taken a deer as fine as this one but our land owner is crying out for the deer population to be thinned out a little and with hinds still out of season taking a stag was the only option.
This was loads of fun and to make things interesting the “High” house bunny was orange and considerably quicker than the black “low” house bunny
Then it was onto a round of sporting, we did seven stands out of a possible nine with it neck and neck all the way until the dreaded driven, the devil of all clays. It was my turn to set the pace and I completely fucked up, smashing the first pair I never hit another, whilst Big Gay on the other hand walked off with a ten straight