I’m not sure why I picked Clay Pigeon Shooting as a challenge. I’ve never picked up a gun before and in essence was a little curious to see how hard it was to shoot a moving clay. I searched online and found Cockett’s Farm near Ollerton, a hub of expertise in the clay shooting world. With Mum and Dad due up for the weekend to celebrate Mum’s 70th birthday, it was a perfect opportunity to have some family fun and share the experience. So, I booked for the three of us and then surprised them at lunchtime yesterday when I told them to get their shoes on, we were going shooting!
After signing our lives away and promising not to do anything silly, we headed out to the grounds to start our lesson. It looked so easy…needless to say, I quickly worked out that it wasn’t. I won’t be giving up my day job, I was easily the least accurate shooter of the three of us and Dad proved that his years of archery had developed a keen eye for the clay, as he blew lots of them out of the sky! Mum fared a little better than me, and her whoops of excitement when she hit a clay were just brilliant. We were like big kids! We had great fun, rounded off with coffee and chocolate afterwards in the club house. I think Dad might be back for another go…I’ll stick to the coffee and taking the photos!
Sharp shooter Dad…
Hit and miss me!
Mum in action under Ken’s watchful eye!