Mum worked at home all day on Friday so dad had the total responsibility of collecting all the gear and shop stuff after work on his way home. He did it wrong again. He forgot my camera. I just don't know why he always forgets that piece of equipment.
We were up before the sun on Saturday morning. I heard mum say to dad that the Kookies were actually on the right time for a change. We finished throwing the gear in the car ate a very quick breakfast and headed north. Dad had a really early start as normal when he shoots all five matches, so we had to be at the range before 8am. It only took us 1hour and 5mins to drive from home to the Murrumba pistol Club in the great town of Caboolture.
We still had time to say hi to all our shooting acquaintances and have a cuppa. We actually found Uncle Len sitting at the table in the sun when we wandered over to the club house. It was great to see him as he has been out of action for a little while. His body decided to do funny things and give him a compulsory rest. He was wandering around with the help of what dads grandfather use to call a sympathy stick (walking stick). I still reckon it was all show and he used it more for hitting everyone or keeping his better half in line. I tried to run off with it but he kept hiding it on the table so I couldn't see it. Not fare, all I wanted to do was play.
Dad had to shoot Free Pistol so I took him off to the 50m range with all his gear and had a real hard time getting him to shoot straight. The over all result was not as as dad and Mr 2Bob always have a bet on this match and dad managed to beat him again, so that made the result OK. All the boys went straight from shooting Free to shooting precision, this meant they actually did not have to leave the range or even their bays. Mrs Organizing Lady, Aunty Chris, has her head on the right way, cause she knows if she had them move around they would probably get lost.
I had a bit of a problem during this match. While they were all up scoring the targets that horrible sneaking little B........... otherwise known as Frederico came in and grabbed me from behind again, as he is too scared to actually face me. Next thing I know I have been chained to a post with a chain that was so hug I could not move.
The only good thing to come out of this was that Frederico was really growled at by the ladies in the kitchen. They really tried to save me, but even that didn't work. Dad finally missed me and came to my rescue. With his help I managed to slip the chain and ran back and hid in dads gear. However, Mr 2Bob found me and helped me to check out Richie's gun box. I was just about all the way in when dad arrived and pulled me out. I didn't mind too much as it was pretty smelly in there.
Dad had to shoot Rabid about lunch time, so we had an early lunch and headed down to the range, to find The Master was our shooting partner. Mum was there playing God and running the range. Seeing as I had two of them there I sat on the range table between them. It was really hard trying to help both of them at once. I just don't know what they expect of me. They both shot like the pits so I have decided that maybe they should do it all by themselves in the future.
Mum finally got around to actually shooting. I think her comment was something like,"this has taken all day in getting here". Dad shot Standard at the same time so as normal I decided that mum would not need my help as much as dad would so I went with him. Turned out that maybe I should have been with mum as she could have done with some advise during the match. After they had both finished we decided to head home as we were going around to Fat Bums place to have tea. We had dinner, watched mum and dad clean up the mess that humans leave when cooking and eating then we took off home as we had to be up early again tomorrow.
Well tomorrow dawned much like Saturday. The Kookies were on time again which was great. Mr Wrinkles and I slept in the car for two reasons, to guard the gear in the car and so we were not left behind. When mum came up to make sure we were awake and to get something from the car, she asked us if we had taken up smoking as the air was really smokey. We told her no, there was no way we would par take in that disgusting filthy habit. We would much rather breath in the smell of burnt gunpowder.
We had a really good trip up to the range. When we drove over the really high bridge we noticed over the city a really thick layer of smog, or rather smoke. Poking through this was a couple of high buildings in the city and also floating around over the smoke was two balloons looking very lost, mum then proceeded to sleep all the way up till we turned off the motorway.
After we had our usual morning cuppa I rounded up dad to take him off to Air Pistol while mum collected Aunty Pam and Aunty Lorraine and took off to the market. When we went into the air range I found that again we had to stand beside Master Bruce. Aunty Chris, what did I do wrong, cause you made me stand by The Master in every match except Centre Fire and that was only cause at the moment he doesn't actually shoot it. Anyway we plinked away and after shooting cardboard and the block wall we finally finished the match, but for some reason The Master took his time. Boy you know for a human that can shoot a reasonable score in Rabid he can really take his time in Air Pistol, can't work that one out.
Mum, Aunty Pam and Aunty Lorraine came back from the market and I saw mum carrying a big thing. I thought that dad would not be happy with mum buying a big thing but then I heard that it was not hers. She had only carried it back for Aunty Pam.
Anyway after a time mum rushed off to actually shoot, she had to shoot Air first then had to shoot Dueling after lunch. From what I hear mum did not shoot to her ability. That is a polite way of saying that she shot like S....!
Anyway after lunch dad had finished shooting and mum still had to Duel. This time dad actually sent me off to the range with mum to help her. After getting hassled by some of the other shooters, they are only jealous that I don't go and try to help them, I helped mum to get set up then it was all go. The total result was not great, but at least she got all her shots on the target in the allotted time, not like others that either missed or had long shots.
Do you know a good way of really getting up Frederico nose. Be a supporter of the opposing team that is playing the Bronocos in League. Check Aunty Wendy out, she really got Frederico and all the others wound up by coming out in her Roosters Supporters Shirt. Good on yah Aunty Wendy!
Soon after dad had to show some pistols to a local guy who was interested in getting one, when they had finished that, it was just on time for prize giving. We all wandered over and talked to Uncle John and Aunty Pam and another nice lady who had a name tag on, I could see she was called Mrs Patron. Aunty Chris did all the name calling and that horrible little man called Frederico did all the slinging off and shaking of hands.
Both mum and dad managed to win a prize which was a surprise to both of them considering how not well they had both shot.
That pretty much sums up the pitiful in score weekend of shooting. We have a long wait till this time next month before the next shoot out at St George. One good thing about going out there is that I heard through the grapevine that that horrible B.............. Frederico may not be going.