ARmy Rumour SErvice

Originally Posted by GoodIdeaAtTheTime

I rocked up to my brother's 10 gun shoot with my browning semi, mix of walked up and driven with the guns taking turns at the beating. At the end of the day I'd shot 50% of the pheasants and both of the woodcock.

It is fair to say I was hideously embarrassed when I realised none of these pukka chaps were capable of hitting the proverbial barn. (The bag for the day was 14 pheasants plus bits and bobs)

It was they whould should have been embarrassed1

I have a browning gold, with a kinky rubberised realtree type finish. I have never had the balls to stand on a peg with it, but its done everything else. If I could only have one gun then this would be it, clays, pigeons, wildfowl.. a modern SA can do it all.

Originally Posted by rabid spaniel

Cycling with 1000 cartridges - even if 28s makes me worship your thighs, oh godly man.

My best effort was 500 12 bore slugs, all an ounce load in a rucksack on the bicycle. That was a mastery of balance and sweat in central London rush hour!

Originally Posted by steven seagull

She needs a boxlock, and not the sort ravers is on about.

It's too late for that now.

Slightly OT, but a shooting buddy of mine in WA came to the skat and treep range one afternoon with ten cased 'Dutch' shotguns - in pairs - that he brought along in case anybody cared to shoot an old 'Dutch' SXS for fun.

I'm told that they were mostly box-locks that his father had bought locally during WW2 while stationed in East Anglia with a heavy bombardment group of the 8th AAC. They were all in very nice condition, although they had all been used a lot since 1945. Only two pairs were anything like fancy grade, with gold escutcheons and so on, and every single one of them fitted me like a glove, even though I know little or nothing about shotguns. I scored a suprising 22x25 the very first time I fired one in my life, too, but the $100,000 he was asking for them was a little too rich for me.

He had, he noted, another thirty or so at home - mostly in pairs, some of them, he said, made by the famous cigar-smoking PM of the war years and at least ten made by the 'Boss' of something or other.

We nodded...

tac

Originally Posted by rabid spaniel

And you start to actually hit all the birds. Posh social shooters can be the epitome of 'all the kit, full of.....'

A lesson I learned from one of me Uncles which I have tried to pass on to sprogs...

When I first started getting interested in shooting things as a kid, my Uncle gave me a three foot long scaffolding putlog and told me to stick it on my shoulder. And he said "When I say now, aim it at the very top of that tree". Then he made me do it again. And again. And again. I fucking hated him.

I now know what he was doing and I would tell him he was right. But we buried him in Ingram churchyard back in 1998. The Aunties did a lovely ham tea in the Tankerville Arms mind.