we could not find where we were going to sleep until Aunty Raylene yelled at us, first yell of the weekend, that we could share her room. We bowled on in to check it out.I knew mum was going away as she was rushing around home on the Tuesday night throwing clothes into a bag. When I heard her ask dad if she should take her pillow with her, I thought, she is going somewhere for a few days.
A little bit later the phone rang and I heard dad ask mum, should we sell or what. When he hung the phone up they told us that the house was sold and we were moving back to town. Well you know what we thought. Great! now how are we going to get our excerise if we are on one of those little town sections?
Any way I digress as normal, the one habit I have, but I am a Potter after all
When mum and dad went off to have a sleep I snuck out and hid in mum’s pack. I knew she would be carrying that cause it had her book in it
The next morning we drove to the shop, I knew this with out looking as I felt all the corners and bends, one thing about me is I never forget. Anyway, we seemed to hang around the shop for ages before I heard Uncle Bruce’s (The Master to all you out there) voice. Then before I knew it we were on the move again. We had quite a drive until we were suddenly out and walking around. It was at this point that mum found me. I had been so good all morning keeping this blasted bell that is around my neck quiet, but I slipped up and it rang. Well mum was really happy to see me, she had to ring dad up to tell him where I was so he would not worry.
It was at this point that I found out that I was going to a place called Hobart and we were travelling down with Uncle Bruce. When we finally hopped on the plane I had a snooze till I got woken up only to find out that we were not there but only changing planes. I could not understand this as I thought the plane we were on was pretty good, so why change. We bowled on into the building only to walk smack into Aunty Annemarie. After we sat around for a little while we were allowed to hop onto another plane and we took off into the wild blue yonder.
When we landed in the great Hobart we found Aunty Vicky and Uncle Dick standing waiting for us all. Once we had chased around the building trying to find Aunty Annemarie’s gun case we went and collected our car. What a really neat colour it was – Not! It went real fast but Uncle Bruce wouldn’t let me drive it on my own. We followed Aunty Vicky to our home for the weekend to find that mum and I were going to live in a great big house, and when we took our bags into the HOUSE we could not find where we were going to sleep until Aunty Raylene yelled at us, first yell of the weekend, that we could share her room. We bowled on in to check it out.
The house was great, heaps of room so we wouldn’t trip over each other. There were eight of us sharing this place, seven women and me. I was so well looked after, I really didn’t want to go home.
That night we had our team dinner, so we all cruised along to the motel restaurant to find our new Australian Record holder for Service Pistol floating around about six inches off the ground. I must say he had a very funny look on his face, which I found out was caused by glasses of coloured fluid which he kept drinking, and the most amazing thing was that the table kept growing these glasses in front of him. I reckon he must have felt very poorly the next morning. The evening was somewhat different but when the meal did finally arrive is was very good. But that in its self is another story.
After an excellent sleep, best in ages, we met Uncle Bruce and cruised out to the range to check the place out and sight in all the humans pistols. I met up with heaps of my shooting friends, it was lovely to see them all as it is always a year before we see them. After what seemed like ages we could actually go and have a look around. We drove over to an old town to have a look at the shops, we got stuck in the pet shop, as Uncle Bruce wanted to adopt 2 baby Tassie devils and it took him ages to decide which two to pick. I picked my new friend really quickly and so far we have not had any fights. We also had to buy Aunty Vicky another pet but he was a funny one as he had two heads, but they do say two heads are better than one. Once we had left the pet shop (humans call it a souvina shop) we went back to the range to see the Queenslanders get given more prizes.
We had a really leisurely weekend of shooting planned. Mum and I shot two full matches over three days and what’s more we have nice mid morning starts for all of them as well. What a life, it was great, we have never had such cushy starts.
Well the first shooting day finally dawned, cooler than we were used to but not too cold.
I mean there was no white stuff on the big hill. We all met after breaky as mum and Aunty Annemarie had to shoot together and Uncle Bruce started just a little later. The good thing was that they all finished about the same time. Mum was not too happy with her match of air pistol, she said it was real hard work lifting all those extra lifts, she lifted so much on one shot I fell asleep and didn’t wake till the end of the match, but the overall result was better than the other Nationals we had been too a couple of weeks earlier, and the good thing was it helped her and her team mates to get a third place in the teams.
However what beat that was Aunty Annemarie actually won the title as well, so it was good for us ladies.
We played around all day as we had to wait for the prize giving that night so mum and the others could go up and stand proudly beside the other winners and smile at the other teams they had finally beaten, it has taken a while to happen.
After another very good nights sleep, we again ventured forth into the area of shooting. See I am a very educated dog; anyway as I was saying we took off to the range to par take in the fine sport of pistol shooting, ops sorry. We went to the range to shoot our next match, which was the first half of Sport Pistol. It was quite a bit cooler out on the open range this morning so I stayed hidden in mums bag. She was not happy, with my lack of help. What can I say. After we finished the match it did not take the ladies very long to all be found in the club room drinking cups of tea and coffee.
We had to play around at the range all day today as Uncle Bruce had to shoot the second half of his favourite match – Rapid. I snuck in onto the range to watch him shoot as I knew he was a bit nervous cause he didn’t talk to me much on the way to the range this morning. I really don’t know what he had to worry about as he yet again blitzed the field. He was back to his normal self after the final had been blasted away. Yet again we had clinched another position in the middle at the top of the stand thing the humans had to stand on to get their presents.
After we had all frozen waiting to see Uncle Bruce stand tall and proud and look over all his fellow Rapid shooter we were finally allowed to go home and rest.
Sunday dawned cool yet again and after having breaky and a yack with Aunty Rayleen we met Uncle Bruce and cruised out to the range. He was back to his normal self as his shooting for the weekend had finished and all I wanted to do was to have a chat with him on the way out, but mum kept giving me the look. Today was her day to be a bit uptight. I just told her to remember what dad and I had been telling her when we were at the range and she would be OK, but would she listen!
Once we got onto the range, I kept hidden in mums bag as I didn’t want to get my head bitten off by her if things didn’t go well. But I should not have worried, although it was not back to what she used to shoot it was still Ok and she was pretty happy with the result. No world record or final place, but hay we are getting there.
At the end of this day when the presents were being given out we saw that our ladies had missed out on the lower platform by only six points. We are getting closer.
Sunday dawned before we knew it and it was all too soon to be saying goodbye to Aunty Ray. She was really good fun to be with, so I hope she will take us on another trip one day, anyway after all our goodbyes, and no I didn’t cry, we met Uncle Bruce and loaded the car with all his winnings and drove out to the airport where we had time for a cuppa before we had to fly north. It was a good trip as far as trips go and it was great to see dad again when we got dropped off back at the shop.
Next trip will be with Bertie and his humans when we venture forth out west.