Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2019 9:38:18 GMT
Shooters you may meet at your club.
Tongue in cheek piece of course.
Go on be honest is that you. I hope not.
Rambo
Always at the club but not always seen due to being camouflaged from head to toe. Far from blending, his curses and foul language can be heard emanating from the range as he trips on his 18 inch Bowie knife. And if you want to know what he shoots?
Yep it's a very big black military rifle adorned with pictures of Arnie bare chested!
He's keen to point out the length and width of his barrel shroud.
Someone please put him out of his misery.
The tinkerer
Sometimes at the club but often at home happy in his own company. Seldom owns a complete rifle but various pieces of wood and metal which clutter up his workshop.
He is happiest up to his elbows in grease or under a work bench looking for a dropped screw, piston seal or Utopia!. He prefers his rifle to be not quite finished so he can continue his dream that, where on assembly, it will be some sort of super competition winner and capable of putting a pellet in space.
His dreams are filled with visions of a rifle stock made from the tree which once held Jason's fleece, and his experiments with his latest lube of Jelly fish Semen and lemon curd, are causing his family concern!
The expert
Easy to spot. He's the loudest and never stops talking. He has an opinion about everything and is quick to point out your weaknesses, and advise you of the following:
He cleared the course last week! Yeah with a strimmer!
Your rifle is shite and you need one like his. Oh no you don't.
His rifle can drop bunnies at 90 yards and shoot though two inches of mild steel. No it can't.
He wrote the book of excuses and is currently writing the sequel. True.
The more he listens to and believes his verbal diarrhoea the worse he shoots. He's shite!
Someone tell him! PLEASE!
The winner
He's dressed smart casual and turns up at the club early to help set the course. He's first on the practice range and last to leave. He goes quietly about his business and if you ask for advice he will offer a number of solutions and explain that's his way, but not the only way. His painstaking approach, constant practice and attention to detail sees him win most of the time.
Oh yes you guessed right.
He can shoot any rifle after enough practice.
He often shoots a springer.
Someone pat him on the back.
The loser
He's actually the tackle tart and uses a different rifle each time he visits. Which incidentally is not often. He's usually in some far distant County brokering a deal for a weapon that will be "the one" He already owns countless inaccurate airguns and this latest will add to his collection of losers. He believes that you beat him last week because you have some form of magical weapon or special ammo.
When he returns without the Holy Grail..........
SOMEONE TELL HIM ITS HIM!
The twitcher
Probably called Colin or possibly Reginald. He's quiet, nervous of loud noises and constantly locks over his shoulder. As the shoot progresses he calms down and almost enjoys himself.
Winning does not matter. It's being here that counts.
His rifle is only vaguely zeroed and pellets are what ever he had in the gun bag.
At home he's surrounded by the wife, mother in law, the kids, the dog that's needs a walk and unpaid bills.
This is a place of sanctuary.
Someone befriend him.
The family man
He's a club regular but arrives late with two scruffy teenage lads dragged from their beds to enjoy themselves!!!!
They would rather still be in bed, hunting Pokemon or sniffing around the girl next door than here.
Mum is glad of the peace and gets a well earned rest while everyone at the club puts up with 3 hours of "Dad, do I have too"!
Don't worry they're soon to tell him.
Mr PCP
Yep he shoots a Puffer. Not just any rifle don't you know! It's the dogs and he's constantly going on about it. It was made by a Tibetan monk on his death bed and blessed by the gods. It's got a reg so consistent that it can predict the next election and send every pellet out at precisely 756.992 FPS. A mans rifle.
There's a short film on his phone of him showing how dead on the shot it is and even though you've seen it before you have to sit through it again.
It's the best gun out there and blah blah blah.
Someone confiscate it.
MR Springer,
Yep he shoots a Boinger. It's a proper rifle. No PCP's for him. It's tuned by someone who keeps snakes and is about as recoilless as a Bren Gun. He only shoots with two pellets balanced on the scope turret to show how smooth it is. lover hitting the target! Is his motto.
He's spends most of the shoot trying to find where both pellets went.
Mr Wilderness
He's tall with a full beard. He a "mans man" borne out by the smell of his natural body Odour, Soaps for wimps and The Big game hunters out on the range never needed it. He carries concealed weapons as "you never know" and While he shoots Air guns, His dreams are filled with tigers and massive calibre hunting rifles.
Someone remind him he's in England.
Well guys, recognise your self?
Tongue in cheek piece of course.
Go on be honest is that you. I hope not.
Rambo
Always at the club but not always seen due to being camouflaged from head to toe. Far from blending, his curses and foul language can be heard emanating from the range as he trips on his 18 inch Bowie knife. And if you want to know what he shoots?
Yep it's a very big black military rifle adorned with pictures of Arnie bare chested!
He's keen to point out the length and width of his barrel shroud.
Someone please put him out of his misery.
The tinkerer
Sometimes at the club but often at home happy in his own company. Seldom owns a complete rifle but various pieces of wood and metal which clutter up his workshop.
He is happiest up to his elbows in grease or under a work bench looking for a dropped screw, piston seal or Utopia!. He prefers his rifle to be not quite finished so he can continue his dream that, where on assembly, it will be some sort of super competition winner and capable of putting a pellet in space.
His dreams are filled with visions of a rifle stock made from the tree which once held Jason's fleece, and his experiments with his latest lube of Jelly fish Semen and lemon curd, are causing his family concern!
The expert
Easy to spot. He's the loudest and never stops talking. He has an opinion about everything and is quick to point out your weaknesses, and advise you of the following:
He cleared the course last week! Yeah with a strimmer!
Your rifle is shite and you need one like his. Oh no you don't.
His rifle can drop bunnies at 90 yards and shoot though two inches of mild steel. No it can't.
He wrote the book of excuses and is currently writing the sequel. True.
The more he listens to and believes his verbal diarrhoea the worse he shoots. He's shite!
Someone tell him! PLEASE!
The winner
He's dressed smart casual and turns up at the club early to help set the course. He's first on the practice range and last to leave. He goes quietly about his business and if you ask for advice he will offer a number of solutions and explain that's his way, but not the only way. His painstaking approach, constant practice and attention to detail sees him win most of the time.
Oh yes you guessed right.
He can shoot any rifle after enough practice.
He often shoots a springer.
Someone pat him on the back.
The loser
He's actually the tackle tart and uses a different rifle each time he visits. Which incidentally is not often. He's usually in some far distant County brokering a deal for a weapon that will be "the one" He already owns countless inaccurate airguns and this latest will add to his collection of losers. He believes that you beat him last week because you have some form of magical weapon or special ammo.
When he returns without the Holy Grail..........
SOMEONE TELL HIM ITS HIM!
The twitcher
Probably called Colin or possibly Reginald. He's quiet, nervous of loud noises and constantly locks over his shoulder. As the shoot progresses he calms down and almost enjoys himself.
Winning does not matter. It's being here that counts.
His rifle is only vaguely zeroed and pellets are what ever he had in the gun bag.
At home he's surrounded by the wife, mother in law, the kids, the dog that's needs a walk and unpaid bills.
This is a place of sanctuary.
Someone befriend him.
The family man
He's a club regular but arrives late with two scruffy teenage lads dragged from their beds to enjoy themselves!!!!
They would rather still be in bed, hunting Pokemon or sniffing around the girl next door than here.
Mum is glad of the peace and gets a well earned rest while everyone at the club puts up with 3 hours of "Dad, do I have too"!
Don't worry they're soon to tell him.
Mr PCP
Yep he shoots a Puffer. Not just any rifle don't you know! It's the dogs and he's constantly going on about it. It was made by a Tibetan monk on his death bed and blessed by the gods. It's got a reg so consistent that it can predict the next election and send every pellet out at precisely 756.992 FPS. A mans rifle.
There's a short film on his phone of him showing how dead on the shot it is and even though you've seen it before you have to sit through it again.
It's the best gun out there and blah blah blah.
Someone confiscate it.
MR Springer,
Yep he shoots a Boinger. It's a proper rifle. No PCP's for him. It's tuned by someone who keeps snakes and is about as recoilless as a Bren Gun. He only shoots with two pellets balanced on the scope turret to show how smooth it is. lover hitting the target! Is his motto.
He's spends most of the shoot trying to find where both pellets went.
Mr Wilderness
He's tall with a full beard. He a "mans man" borne out by the smell of his natural body Odour, Soaps for wimps and The Big game hunters out on the range never needed it. He carries concealed weapons as "you never know" and While he shoots Air guns, His dreams are filled with tigers and massive calibre hunting rifles.
Someone remind him he's in England.
Well guys, recognise your self?
