BurbleChaz

We took the bus long way round the island to the Target Sports Centre. 'Target Sports' is, of course, a euphemism for 'Lots and lots of guns'. After signing the usual terrifying disclaimer, we forked over fifty bucks for fifty rounds of .22 ammo and started blasting away.

We started with a Smith and Wesson revolver, chambered for .22. The range is about 25m long. As will be recounted elsewhere, some people have a natural talent for this. However, I would like to present my second set of six shots for your perusal:

Please ignore the sighting shots

Six shots. Three bulls. Smug.

Next we grabbed a couple of little rifles to use up the rest of our ammo. Rumours that I managed to pull the bolt entirely free from my gun will not be dignified with comment. My general woeful performance is best described as consistent. Excellent grouping. Just in the wrong ring.

We used our last five shots to decide who was buying lunch. A perfect bull was scored, but it was I who forked over for the lunchtime beers. Beginners luck.