Somedays I wonder why I got out of bed, I really do. Everything was fine on Saturday and even on the plinker on Sunday, perhaps under-ranging a yard or so under at 45yds+ but nothing to really worry about but I was freezing, me and cold weather are not the best of friends.
I forced Phil to do the Kes checks and he was buzzing from hitting 15 on the Sillis, nice to see him smiling for once, even if it did worry me that he might pump me.
Lane 4 with Kieran for a couple of tasty targets, the both went but I’m not sure how because I was wobbling all over the place. I magged down but I knew it was still there, I wasn’t sure if it was the cold weather, my BES or just good old fashioned nerves – pick one dear reader for me because I’ve not seen the nerves at a shoot for a long time.
Double dink on the next two, both low, this sewed a massive seed of doubt in my head, was I under-ranging or was the gun going a little low? There was defiantly more wind than there looked as well but the damage was done, I started adding a few clicks and the misses continued, but I wasn’t seeing anything land. Was it the gun/scope, wind or me – perhaps all chuffing 3.
Phil was a couple of lanes down and still clear, I’d got 6 zeros already, that 23 I wanted looked like it was sailing down the river on fire. By the time I’d worked out what was happening it was too late, damage done. Phil had finally pumped me, I was glad for him, he’s a good shot who is affected more by nerves and circumstance, he had a daft grin all the way home, I didn’t.
Well, I’m still pissed off and need to do some work before Purley Chase.