Allan Peeters
MAN, WHAT A FRIGGING BLAST!!!!!!!!!
We started with a night shoot on Friday night. Safety briefing as usual. Then off to the ranges when it was dark. No moon and overcast, mooi man, a dark and stormy night just what the doctor ordered.
The bakkie shoot. You are getting out of your car to open the gate, and 4 boogie men are there. You dispatch them with two well placed shots… except of course Jacques, who used a whole frickken mag, I think he also did a mag change, sounded like the bloody 2nd world war. “Lunatic” did not score well, but bl!ks@m sounded impressive.
Then the light supplied shoot. Dim light, 6 baddies, start in box A. See baddies, and dispatch of them. You can move from box A. I said you could move… No not Clive!!! The blood thirsty b@stard… he took off like a bullet shoved his gun into there faces and just blew the f@ckk*rs away…. Cool move Clive… but not EXACTLY what I had in mind.
Where is everyone shoot. This was the torch in hand shoot. Find them and shoot them. The only bloody rule was shooting the closest f@ckker first. We explain this a few times. Guess who… Hi Mark!!! Did you not listen? Hellooooo what about the close guy? He shot from left to right. But I believe he was not the only one.
Standards shoot. Was uneventful, where was Mark? Shot by, lights off – lights on, and one stage lights on – lights off.
The American hotdogs was a great idea, John showed us how it was built up… Hotdog roll, a layer of butter, a layer of mince, a dog, then some stuff on top of that, some more stuff, on top of that stuff, and then more stuff on top of that… baie “stuffing” lekker, not your average hot dog.
But that was not all, Saturday followed with a full day’s shooting. Old man’s shoot and man vs man vs woman.
Old man shoot was great. Riding on a bakkie, facing backwards and shooting baddies and a plate, off the back with Donald driving, is a thing few people do. It is no time to get a jam… Donald waits for no man.
Standards was walk and draw, like a cowboy movie down a dusty street. Walk draw and fire so many shots. Was fun. What the hell, draw go to kneel, f#kItt it was an old man shoot, the arthritis, and creaking bones. Think man… old men don’t kneel for nobody. We can’t. So, I let them stand. The youngsters had to kneel.
The colours shoot was ok, I don’t know of shooters who shot the wrong colours by forgetting what colour ball they pulled out of the bag. Old age hasn’t got us yet.
The runner was a bit of a disaster, when I got there to set the range some bright spark had shot the cable off, my donner man, sê net vir ons. Anyway, I tried to join it. My dad used to say “if you can’t make good knots, make lots of knots” … bit difficult with a wire cable. Luckily PD makes good knots.
The man vs man vs woman. Ok we had no woman, but I did make allowances. We are not a sexist club. Woman’s rights and all, they can also be shot.
This was enjoyed by all. Start back-to-back, heals touching on signal, move off and put a Coke can on a pole with gun hand. Then draw and shoot one clay target two plates, a compulsory mag change, a clay target, then a popper. The two poppers fall on top of each other. The popper underneath wins.
Here Clive had to shoot it out with Johan Otto our junior champion… mooi so Clive, he survived to the last… Old toppie. We did this sudden death because it was a long day’s shooting, next time it will be the best of three and the finalists the best of five. Everyone agreed. And said we must di it more often.
