Along with many others I spent two increasingly grumpy and increasingly wet hours yesterday in a grid pattern search.

The object of our desire? Bolt for a club rifle, which had somehow vanished during a change over.

Eventually located when the very person who had been doing a lot of shouting about this "gross negligence" and "brains not being engaged" finally woke to small fact he somehow had an extra bolt in his range bag despite having demanded that everybody carefully checked their pockets, turned out their kit, looked in cars, etc etc.

A number were about to give him full benefit of their thoughts but our sole female member beat all of us to it. The small fact she is his wife added greatly to the spectacle and he will no doubt be rightly be tormented by this tale for many years to come.

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