Scruffy goes to the Olympic's

My biggest adventure started one Monday afternoon, when I heard dad talking on the phone to Tania - who was shooting for New Zealand at the Olympics. He was going to take some spare parts down to Sydney for her, just in case. After quite a bit of pestering, he finally agreed to let me come along for the ride to keep him company.

The alarm was set for 3.40am, and off to sleep we went. At 3.20, dad leapt out of bed, ran around like a madman, jumped into the car (lucky I was awake) and away we went. The stupid bugger had messed up the daylight saving equation with New South Wales, and woke up a little early realizing that he actually had 2 hours less to get to Sydney. 1040km and 11 hours later we arrived at the Olympic Range, and picked up Tania and Scott - he is dad's brothers boss from America, and the gunsmith for the American team.

Tania and Scott seemed more impressed to meet me than dad. They said they had read about some of my other adventures, and were honored to make my acquaintance. At last some intelligent people who appreciate what I have to put up with.

We drove around to Graham's place (he is an old school friend of dad). I do not understand why humans have to sit around on their fat bums for hours on end exercising nothing but their vocal cords. Finally after all the chewing of the fat, they decided to go and have a feed. I love eating. I got to lick all the plates at the restaurant - until the chef saw me. Boy what a grouch, and such a big choppy knife too.

All too soon, we were on our way to the games village, to drop Tania and Scott off - and for us to start the long drive back home. But just before we said our good-bye's, Scott asked if I would like to have a holiday with him, and have a look around the games village, and the shooting range. Oh boy, can I, can I, dad pleeeeese can I, please, please, please, please, pleeeeeeeeeeese?????????????

Finally he said I could, mainly because he could not bear the thought of another 11 or 12 hours of listening to me carrying on.

Next morning, oh boy oh boy oh boy, we were off to the range. Wow, what a flash place. It was like a palace after the places dad normally takes me. Oh, it is just going to be so beneath me when I have to go home again. At least I get 3 days to sus the place out properly before the competitions started.

After having a look around the the shotgun ranges (you know, for all those people who can't shoot a pistol), I decided that I liked the air pistol range - there were so many gadgets to play with. Boy, were there some really cranky people rushing around when I started pushing all the buttons. I had to get out of there really quickly. Scott had to hide me for the rest of the day. Boy, lucky he had a big tool box.

Next day shooting started. I had so many people to help. Boy, compared to dad, these people are good. Still, a little support would not go astray. Firstly, I went off and gave a few pointers to a lady from China. Her name was Luna Tao. She really surprised me, as she did exactly what I had suggested, and bugger me if she didn't win the gold medal.

Unfortunately, I did not realize until half way through the match, that Ann-marie from the Gold Coast was shooting. I nipped over and had a few words, and managed to get her up to 5th place for the final. It was really good, I was on a roll, and just kept working until I got her up to 3rd, and the Bronze medal - god, am I good or what.

The next day was a bit quiet. I got to meet lots of nice people. I really liked Monica from Austria. She seemed to really like me as well. Unfortunately, there were a couple of bastards from Austria as well. They were supposedly the men from Steyr. They should stick to fixing their dumb guns and leave highly intelligent individuals like me alone - you just wait till I get those voodoo dolls - you buggers are going to pay.

The next few days were spent just having a good time. I tried to pick up all the latest techniques and secrets to take back to those hopeless ones back home. Scott was always a popular person at the range. He always seemed to be helping people - even those people from other places than the USA. I guess that did not make him wonderfully popular with his team leader.

In the middle of the week, I went and had a look at Rapid Fire. I thought that I would get the low down and pass on the info to Master Bruce. After watching lots of shooters, I made an amazing discovery. Master Bruce does what all of the good shooters do, except for one thing. He does not shoot as many 10's. It is really simple - shoot better you silly bugger.

At the end of the week, it was time for Sport pistol. I went off to help Tania. She was still pretty nervous, but I told her to have a good time. She ended up shooting well. I hope that she enjoyed the experience, and will continue to strive for a position in the next games so she can go and kick their arses.

All too soon it was time for me to say my good-byes and escort the spare parts back home. I was told I would be traveling first class back to Brisbane. The lying bastards. They stuffed me in a box, with the spare parts and put me on TNT express. First class all right - first class bloody freight mover. How could they treat me like this - after all I have done for everyone. You wait till they want help again, I will fix them good.