Friday evening was busy, which is normal before a weekend shoot. Having to supervise getting the pistols, the shooting gear, including counting out all the bullets needed for each event really takes its toll on one. Then there is the printing of the web pages to put into the shop books so the people who don't, won't or haven't got the Internet can read all about my adventures, oh and all the stuff the shop sells. Time to sleep on the guns now, or we might get forgotten tomorrow.
Saturday morning dawned bright and early and cold. When we got to the range everyone was wandering around muttering about how cold it was, they don't know what cold is. Take a look at my friend Bertie at home in the snow. Now that's cold.
Mum didn't have to worry much, as she didn't shoot till a bit later, and then her match was inside. Dad on the other hand had an early start and was not really impressed when it was Standard Pistol. At least it was a slower start than Rapid. I mean you have to be more awake for Rapid.
When Dad went and shot Rapid, I of course went with him to give moral support. His shooting partner today was Mr Bruce. Now Mr Bruce gave up shooting for a few years and then decided to make a come back. Rapid has always been Mr Bruce's main event, although he is scaring most of the other shooters in the other events as well. Anyway when I jumped up onto Dads bench I turned around to give Mr Bruce the evil eye. He ignored me so I spent the whole time glaring at him. This didn't even work, it back fired so bad, he shot really well and wanted me to sit and help him again tomorrow. Dad does dumb things at times, he said I could.
Mr 2Bob had come to shoot from Warwick on his own as Aunty Carol and Uncle Darryl were too lazy to come to this shoot, so dad took pity on him and said he could come and stay in our kennel. This was OK as we had had him stay before and he had behaved himself. So dad took off to the bang stick shop to get some stuff for Sunday and mum stayed at the range to direct Mr 2Bob so he didn't get lost. Mum had to wait a little while as Mr 2Bob had to go to a meeting for a time, so mum went in and tried to annoy Mark who was scoring. Sharon (also known as Mrs Valvoline) was there as well, and she sat on the floor reckoning she was tired, both her and mum tried to annoy Mark, but it didn't work.
Eventually Mr 2Bob had had enough and came and found mum, they then drove over to the Old Geezers place for food. We met up with Puddy, (we know him as Fat Bum) and had a good talk while the humans ate a nice meal made by dad's mum. After they had cleaned the dishes, they wouldn't let us lick the plates this time, and had a drink, they decided to head home for a sleep. When we got home, dad checked the email like he normally does, and then showed Mr 2Bob how the Internet works, as being from the bush he does not really understand the modern technical things like normal people. After a while we were all so tired after a hard day of shooting we all hit the hay until tomorrow.
Sunday dawned much like Saturday, cold according to some, and a beautiful clear blue sky. It makes one feel good to be alive.
After a quick breakfast dad and I jumped in the car and headed to the range via the petrol shop to fill the car with petroleum. Mum and Mr Wrinkles went out with Mr 2Bob so he didn't get lost. we all arrived in plenty of time to get organized before we shot. I sat with dad through Free Pistol, sorry 50m Men's Pistol, man it was cold. Someone will have to tell all the ladies that shoot this event as well, that they may have to have an operation to be eligible soon. The breeze was really cold, it actually felt like in the homeland where it blows off the mountains straight into the shooting bays. But I was the bravest out of everything that was on the range during that event, as I was the only one who stood outside on the range through out the whole match without leaving to rest or to get warm. What a bunch of woofders.
After that dad had to shoot the second part of Rapid and do his Dueling, oops sorry Centre Fire Rapid Fire. What a mouth full. Just as well I am good at this. His Rabid was only average, he was upset as he had sold his gun and now had to get his new one going proper. He had been putting that off. His Dueling went really well to what he normally did. So all in all he was happy with his weekend, and even mum was happy with one and a half of her events, shame about the other half, but as she says there is always next time.
Anyway, Dad and I snuk into the range when Mr Bruce was going to shoot his second half of Rabid. I didn't let on I was there as I wanted to see if he could actually shoot the event without my help. It sort of worked. He didn't do as well as yesterday with my evil eye watching him, but the result was better than anyone had seen in Brissie for quite some time. Good on yeah Master Brucie. (Master now as he shot himself into Master Grade)
Not much else was happening so I went back to the car for a sleep while all the humans went inside and did the boring stuff like speeches, prize giving and stuff.
That's all till we head north to the Sunshine Coast. Look out then.