We woke very early on Saturday morning as it usually takes close to an hour to drive to the Gold Coast. The day dawned overcast and we could find no sun poking through the clouds, mind you, when we left home it was still a bit early for the sun to be up I guess, cause it was too early for us to be up.
Mum and dad drove down in seperate cars as mum was made to deliver some plastic stuff to a customer who lived by a river. Neat quiet place to live and grow old. Mr Wrinkles and I wanted to stay and play, especially to chase the Pelicans up and down the river edge, but mum wouldn't let us, she said we had to get to the range before she had to shoot.
We zoomed up the motorway as fast as we could or at least as fast as we were allowed to go and we didn't even get lost getting to the range. I knew mum was not too sure where we were meant to go as she had the map book thing open to follow the wiggly lines on each page.
When we arrived at the range we rushed around seeing all our friends, especially Aunty Carol, Uncle Darryl and Mr 2Bob. Everyone is so nice to us all the time, they have to be or we will probably bite them, that's what they think anyway.
Dad had already shot his first match and as normal like everyone else was mumbling about the result so we decided we had better go and support him in his next one. That didn't work either. In the mean time mum had shot her one match of the day and was not very happy either. What a happy mob these shooters are especially when they have just finished expelling lead down what they call a range.
Mum didn't stay much longer. After she had shot she decided she wanted to go home and as she had her own vehicle she didn't have to wait for dad to finish. Mr W went home with her but I stayed to help dad as much as I could (not much as it seems).
Sunday we awoke to find that there was heaps of liquid sunshine falling from the sky. Mum was moaning how she didn't feel very well and to prove it she decided to sleep most of the way to the Gold Coast club. We arrived in plenty of time to get set up for the shooting, starting with a warm cuppa.
When we arrived at the range we found that they too had had rain all night and those that had camped out had wet feet. One more than the others. Mr Graham had set his tent up in the middle of the flood path, hence he had wet everything. The Warwicks were OK, the only thing they needed was a bridge to get in and out of their house.
After catching up with a few people, we ventured forward to the range. Mum went and talked to Aunty Carol again. All they seem to do is talk. Aunty Carol was even too lazy this weekend to shoot, although I have to admit that she was dry, but her boy and a friend of his was there, and they took up all the spare chairs, I didn't think that was very good.
We went up to see dad under the cover of the clubhouse, but he had to get ready for his next match. When he came back he looked really funny and I wished we had a camera to take his picture. Everyone laughed at him as he was dressed in his gumboots, and full motorcycle wet weather gear, only thing missing was his crash hat. He was going to shoot Service.
Everyone else that shot Service that day got wet, except my dad. I didn't go with him to this event cause I didn't want to get wet, but when he came back from the swim he was smiling big time. He had shot a PB. We were all pleased.
It was so wet all day that I hid in the car and made dad go shooting all by himself. I didn't want to get wet coming and going on and off the ranges, so I hid in the mess on the back seat of the car, all day. It was great.
Mum shot her match and was disappointed again, she said what was the point when she felt so B......... awful. After dad had thrown all his lead down at the poor cardboard targets (I don't know what they did to deserve that) they decided to go home as it was so wet. We hid under all the junk on the back seat so we didn't have to see all the rain falling down. When I was adopted by my mum and dad in NZ and moved over here with them, they kept telling me how much I would really love living here as it was always sunny and warm. Oh how were they wrong.
Monday dawned again, not so wet this time. Mum was really not very well so she decided to stay home, so dad and I jumped, or rather slowly climbed into the car and headed south. Dad had to shoot Free first up today, he normally enkoys this so I don't mind sitting with him and watch the grass grow while he plinks at the targets. After he had finished and had a cuppa it was onto Dueling. Dad was not really impressed with the weekend work so he is looking forward to the next competition.
As it was so miserable and mum was not with us we packed up soon after finishing and headed home for a rest. Talk to you again at the Brisbane shoot.