<strong>The</strong> Irish open is shot over two days finishing with the top 16? shooters shooting a 2 and 15at 600 yards. Gary went into the final a point ahead of the next shooter – Bob Aitken, andthey were detailed on the same target. Gary and Bob shot quickly, matching each other shotby shot, until DISASTER Gary’s 11th came up as a Magpie. Bob pressed home his advantageand kept the lead going into the final few shots. Independently the Scottish Team with a planeto catch were looking nervously at their watches, and after a quick word with the organisers,it was decided to cut the final short and the shout went out “Stop after 10”. So Gary wascrowned Irish Champion with a non-counting Magpie for his 11th – and Bob was robbed !!collection.<strong>The</strong> following day we shot the Edge and used the 1200 scores to decide the Armourers. SoGary's 97 was beaten by a pair of 94s. Clint Dahlstrom won the tie and the prize of £100, anAlexander Forsyth (Inventor of the Percussion system of ignition) Memorial Medal to keep,and an invite to the Livery Dinner. But I, and the NRA, wrote to the Livery (one of myneighbours is a past master) putting Gary's case, so Cinders did get to go to the ball afterall…“<strong>The</strong> HPS that never was” – or “Payback for the Irish Open”<strong>The</strong> year was 2000.<strong>The</strong> Place was the NRA July MR Meeting.And Gary "Cinderella" Alexander was not really enjoying things.Whatever could, was goingwrong. On the Saturday and Sunday morning there was always a story about what had gonewrong, in fact it was part of the progress of the day to find out what particular conundrumhad been placed in Gary's way.So on Sunday lunch-time it was no surprise to find Gary was not in the "Top Hopton "second detail but in the "Hopton-also-rans" first detail, whilst I had just conjured a seconddetail place where I was due to shoot with Andrew Tucker.A slightly battered Gary goes off to the range with a pitiful cry of "Just one shoot without astory would be nice", and so indeed it was.A 97 something has been good enough to win inall but one year, so Gary was ecstatic, as he deserved to be.As we prepared for the seconddetail the BLACK clouds gathered over Red Road Ridge at the far end of the Stickledownsafety area.Andrew, who was recovering from surgery declared that he was not willing torisk the damp, so I shot alone and rattled off the string as fast as I could, after about six shotsit was clearly raining in the butts, after twelve the first drops on the firing point, after fifteen Iwas having to tell my register-keeper the value as his scope could not see clearly through therain.After seventeen I made safe, covered the rifle with a towel and retired to the RO gazeboas the cats, dogs, buckets and rivers streamed by.A few minutes later the RO called cease fire (no one had, due to no targets or butts beingvisible. and a half hour after that the competition was declared voided.Ten minutes after thatBright Blue broken-Clouded sky heralded a lovely evening and another story for Gary's“Gary’s dry stag do”Gary’s chose his brother Keith to be his best man, and Keith came up with an excellent planfor Gary’s stag do.Plan : University minibus full of students/friends – “Sally Line” ferry Ramsgate to Dunkirk &back – don’t get off in Dunkirk – smorgasbord & booze on the ferry – head home suitablyrefreshed.Reality : Minibus broken down on M2 – Ferry Missed – no booze on the bus - Licensinghours 12-2 – at 1:59 bus still being worked on by the man from the AA – Canterbury and itspubs visible in the distance – bus fixed – headed into Canterbury – pubs & restaurants closed– lunch in McDonalds – request for happy hats all round politely refused – 3pm and still nobooze in sight.Happy Ending : Corner shop/off licence discovered – licencing laws still a problem – went inmob-handed, will he serve us ?? – Asian man behind counter’s eyes light up – “Only here forthe beer then boys ?!” – Ker-ching !! – Tinnies galore - Drive back to Brick lane – Keith fallsasleep with his face in a bowl of curry !
Annoying observations of a spent forceby Colin Brook (GM, SM, SF)Being a spent force does bring it’s advantages: I am rarely bothered for autographs, mypostage costs for replying to fan mail is considerably less than it was and I have shed theattentions of the paparazzi.When the captain asked me if I could include a few coaching tipsfor the <strong>brochure</strong>, I scratched my head, pondered momentarily about my receding hairline andwondered if there was anything I could share with you. So:‘Black blob in middle, squeeze trigger’A simple concept, often hard to do, but if that black (or often grey) blob is not in the middleof your sights as the shot goes off, you probably won’t get the result you want.Working onthe shot release, via .22 shooting and maybe (though I have little experience of them)electronic computerised gubbins, is probably a warmer way of winter training.This takes meon to…‘A carefully aimed shot, on the correct wind, generally scores a bulls eye’This can be phrased in other ways.• A poorly aimed shot on the wrong wind, sometimes scores a bulls eye• A carefully aimed shot on the wrong wind rarely scores a bulls eye• A carefully aimed shot on the correct wind, pointing at next door’s target…It sounds obvious, but the carefully aimed shot part is the most important, you only getdecent feedback on wind calls if you fire good shots, or are lucky enough to coach annoyinglygood shooters. If you are struggling with wobbly releases you might try:a) With a practice target up and ready, get an obliging friend to squeeze the trigger for you,while you do the aiming bit.b) Get the same friend to load for you, sometimes with live rounds, sometimes not.This isthe classic way of detecting any anticipation of recoil.c) Maybe have a try with the said electronic gubbins mentioned above.I am a spent force, so you are at liberty to ignore me, but at your peril…