Wood spring Bay Shooting Ground at Wick St Lawrence on the Somerset coast was open today so Big Gay Al and myself went along for a friendly 100 birds
The usual mixture of easy, testing and WTF clays were put on by Trevor and his crew, we even had a tip from Bionic Finger to leave stand one tip last, so heeding his warning we headed for stand two
As has become the norm we both got off to a pretty good start with a couple of eights, then he got an eight, I got a seven, he was one up, I was one up and so on. Going into the last couple of stands we were all even but today unknown to me it was Al that was on a promise from Jane and he totally fucked up on an easy incommmer followed by a zippy little quartering riser, handing victory to me.
Today at Woodspring Bay there was a charity shoot in memory of Sam, Dr John’s grandson, raising money for Cots For Tots and Above & Beyond. Naturally the shit shooters are always happy to contribute to a worthy cause especially when there is some shooting involved, so me and Big Gay Al met up with Tony for some clay busting fun.
The main man Dr John sporting an exclusive pair of palm tree shooting glasses, the yellow lenses giving a superior optical enhancement under low light conditions.
Plenty of raffle prizes donated by shooters, never did find out how many cartridges in that jar, reckon there weren’t 158
Time for a little BS between rounds
The twiddle brothers on stand one twiddling
Out on the ground
Terry making light work of stand one, must have been all that twiddling
Big Gay Al looking rather pleased with himself
Tony breaking clays with an intense stare
And I guess that just leaves today’s backed up sewer
Yep it’s me again, seem to have hit into a spell of shit shooting
Earlier this morning I received an official invite from the My shit don’t stink trio (Baz, Andy and Terry) to Woodspring Bay Shoot, Wick St Lawrence, Somerset for a friendly 100 birds.
I Mr B Hill am formally giving you an invite to ye old woodspring bay today at 11.30am approx. Ye would be nice If you would grace the shooting ground with your presence
How could I possibly refuse an invite like that?
Well it was three against one from the minute I arrived, it appears there is a little known rule from near the back pages of the shit shooters rule book that states “He/she who arrives last, shoots first”.
So I bravely entered the first stand and with a quiver in my voice gingerly asked to “see a pair”, a couple of quartering crossers. Hhmm, not too hard to start with I thought, how wrong could you be? Walked off with 7/10. I am sure things will get better, I always start slow.
Things didn’t get better, every stand I slipped further behind, I was in the presence of shooting greatness, one by one the My shit don’t stink trio entered the stands and one by one they fucked me up the ass with a hedgehog. They were like robots programmed to bust clays, smashing them with impunity.
Yep I was today’s dangleberry
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