Differing Tastes

Friday started early.

I was out of bed by six o'clock, and getting on with my usual morning routine. The chickens were let out of their coop, and I then emptied my fishing gear from 30%'s car.  It was then time for a quick cup of coffee before I got myself fed, and ready for the day.

The reason for being up early was that Bubbles had arranged a clay shooting session at the West Midlands Shooting Ground at Hodnet in Shropshire.

The plan was for seven of us to meet up at the grand around ten o'clock and then shoot 120 sporting clays, before lunching and heading home.

I have shot at this ground once previously, and found it challenging, but very enjoyable. On the last occasion I managed to score somewhere in the region of 50%. I shot a lot more frequently at that time and, frankly, thought I would be lucky to get anywhere near that level of competence today.

Bubbles picked me up around eight o'clock, and we were soon on our way. Bobyn and Ben were shooting too, so there were the four of us travelling together.

I'd like to say that it was a pleasant trip to the wilds of Shropshire, but Bubbs' musical tastes do not align with mine. A two hour car ride set to a backing track of really shitty dance music ... God, it was fucking awful!

As for the day, it was splendid. The weather stayed warm and fine and the company was great too. There was plenty of light hearted banter and I actually shot reasonably well.* My final score was 60/120, and I have no complaints considering that it is a National standard ground and, nowadays, I probably only shoot once a month.

The journey home was just as melodic, ** and I was glad that I managed to fall asleep for some of the drive.

Overall, I had a great day. It's just that I should have made my own way there.

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* for me

** If you actually listen to the rave music, it becomes apparent that it has all the sophistication of a child's nursery song, sung over a 130 BPM track, comprised of cheap synthesised noise