Friday night was a worry. It had rained all day and we weren't sure what the weekend would bring.
Why are humans so stupid at times? Can any of you readers answer that question?
Mum and dad called into the bang stick shop to get all the stuff they and others wanted for the weekend on Friday night on their way home from work, and what did they forget, the most important thing that I need for a weekend away. The camera!
So yes, you guessed it. We were up with the Kookies and away early so we could retrieve the camera and a couple of other things they had forgotten.
Boy the Kookies were noisy this morning. The first call we heard was just before 6am, then again just after 6am and then again when they said good-bye to us as we were leaving. I guess they thought it was going to be a fine day.
How were they wrong. When we got north and were driving through the pine tree farms, did you know they take longer to grow over here than at home, the clouds started to come down. Mum woke then and said to dad that we were going to the Sunshine Coast which meant it was meant to be fine and sunny. He said it was above the clouds. About 5mins later there was liquid sunshine falling on us.
We found our way through the great metropolitan down town Yandina and out to the range. Even we could not get lost. Once there as normal there was a little time to have a quick look around, looks a really nice club, a cuppa and then we hit the range.
As normal I went with dad, he started with Rabid. His was not a very Rabid today as he was shooting with his new gun. Master Bruce was on the other range and while my vibes were meant to help dad, they must have gone straight past or through him and over to Master Bruce. He shot well again. You Rabid shooters will have to watch him.
We went straight to shoot Precision after Rabid. While the range people were up scoring the targets, dad went down to see how mum was shooting at the other end of the range and while he was away I was dog napped. TYhe culprit must have been Frederico, he was the only guilty looking human around when dad found me. I couldn't identify him as he got me from behind, but we will blame him anyway.
After that scary moment I ran off and hid in the boot of the car. That was until dad came and dragged me out to go off to Standard. On the way he asked me if I was going to do the same thing to his Standard pistol as I had done to all his other pistols, as he reckoned I had buggered all his pistols up this morning. See what I mean about getting the blame for everything. Just wait till he says what I can really do.
Mum had to be the Range Officer for Standard and unfortunately for her she had Jim from the apple town of Stanthorpe. He was bad. Does he maintain his gear at all? No and that shows when he has to shoot on his own at the end. Pain in the butt. He was lucky though cause he bribed the guys in the next two bays to have malfunctions as well so he didn't have to shoot on his own. What a woof!
Dad was shooting on the range next door, it was hard and tiring running between the ranges keeping them both company, but I did just to keep the peace.
Master Bruce wandered onto the range and saw dad shooting with his real heavy in weight tacky purple coloured Standard Pistol, so he bowled on up and told dad he would use it in the next detail. Who was dad to ague with a Master.
Mum was so lucky she had to work on the range when the Master shot, but the\ Range Officer was none other than the dog napper Frederico. He gave mum the job of calling the scores, just so he could laugh at her when she called 5 + 1. So after the sighters she came back and explained to the shooters that if they didn't want to hear the correct pronunciation of numbers she would call them as a zero.
What I want to know is, where do these dudes from the Murrumba Club come from? What a bunch of .................! Chappy who will remain nameless was waiting for mum to call his last 150 second target score out. He thought it was 3 x 10, 2 x 9, but she called 4 x 10, 1 x 9 as it would have gauged in. So guess what, he challenged the call. I ask you.
After that I went and hid in the car again until mum and dad had finished eating dinner and had driven us all to our over night bed. We were really lucky tonight as neither mum or dad had an early start on Sunday morning so we could sleep in. We even had a bed each, which was great. I am going to have to talk to my parents, cause they never sleep in for as long as we want them too. They were up showered, dressed and car packed before we were really awake.
As we arrived at the range ages before either mum or dad shot it meant we could have a nice leisurely breakfast. It was hard to keep Ben the dog away from my food though.
Dad had to shoot his second half of Rabid and was talking to the Master about the trouble he had had yesterday with his pistol, so I suggested he try to modify the magazine, as he had two of them. For the first time in ages or was it ever, he decided to do what I said. Guess what it worked. Shame about the idiot hanging onto the gun.
Both mum and dad shot Air Pistol at the same time, but at different ends of the range. We had ages before the match actually started so I left dad and ran up to see mum. It was great fun skidding all over the place when I jumped on the piles of targets in each bay. Aunty Wendy was not real happy when she walked in to find me skidding her target all over the place. She was going to hit me but I ran away and hid behind a pole. When I peaked around the pole at her she was busy tiding up everything so I ran off back to dads spot.
We just finished air, I don't know why mum and dad don't take any notice of the help I give them, but neither of them were very happy about the way they had shot. Maybe they should do some training?
Anyway it was lunchtime and we bounded over to a very well equipped kitchen to get some lunch. Mum ordered while dad made a hot drink, then when mum went over to the table dad said he had to go and be the register keeper for a dueling detail. So I made mum get his lunch as take it over the him so he didn't go hungry. I must say his lunch tasted quite nice as I was allowed to lick the plate.
Dad didn't mind helping as he got to keep and eye on Aunty Crash. It was funny when they finished as mum and Aunty Crash were talking and dad came out and said he wanted to talk to her, but she knew she was in trouble so she took off and went home. A girl after my own heart. Anyway mum and dad shot next, really not very well as both were feeling a little jaggered. After they had finished they went and had a talk and a drink then hit the road before prize giving as they had to call and see a customer on the way home.
Murrumba is only three weeks away. So look out Fred.