Notwithstanding the direly sore shoulder, the excruciating tennis elbow, nobody to look after the dogs and the sun blazing down on my pale body, I went to North Ayrshire on Sunday to shoot in the West Area Championship. Armed with such a catalogue of excuses, I could not fail – and didn’t until the last hurdle when Trevor managed to shoot a 25 straight by some miracle and thus equal my score. By this time I was away home and couldn’t thrash him in the shoot off. No hard feelings of course, but the picture above left is the best I could get of a slime ball!!!!!
Well done Trev. The rat also shot 100 straight National skeet the other week too. There must be some small talent in there.