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Strangest thing you've seen at your club...vegetable, mineral, wombat..
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From my side, the strangest and in some ways most impressive thing was a red kite taking a 3lb carp (or thereabouts) from the lakes we shoot across when plinking and sitting in the tree opposite eating its face. 
You've got to love the wildlife.
You've got to love the wildlife.
That would make a good image for a Christmas card
Perhaps robins are attracted to guns?
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Haha oh my god.. Unfortunately I can remember seeing them photos.. I dare anyone to look for them.
On a little side note,,, When I got back in to airgunning in 2010, and after a few months of enjoying shooting again I was talked in to entering an HFT comp at furnace mill it was my local club back then.
This comp was my first ever comp plus it was a daystate Midlands event with a full house of top shooters taking part. I was a bit nervous to say it nice...
However, I was so glad I entered it, as I'm still shooting HFT comps thesedays.
Mr Chilly was one of my shooting partners... We were having some good banter around the course, and about 5 or 8 pegs from the end he went quiet and said how well I was doing and then someone said has he been stripping off again... Oh shit I then clicked in who I was shooting with!!
It was a great Rd and I got a lovely gold badge only a few points off the winner.. I sadly lost that badge afew years after the comp as I put them on my gun bag,
I asked for a spare one but no one had one.
At a club I used to shoot at, a few years back... one morning, a group of what I can only describe as young 'Skateboarder Goths' appeared. Decidely odd-looking bunch, and didn't really engage with anyone, which is fine, but they gave off a distinct air of willful entitlement/ignorance/apathy/indifference. I kid you not when I say that they sounded the range alarm every few minutes so that they could reset the knockdown targets and put up new targets (chalks, soldiers, etc.).
It became a major source of annoyance to everyone, and despite the range master attempting to educate them on several occasions, they persisted with their dickery in a passive-aggressive manner. So, how was this annoyance addressed? Almost violently, as a few of the less patient members started becoming quite 'vocal'. I asked the range master what was happening, and he told us that he'd had enough and was going to expel them. My buddies and I had a quick chat among ourselves and told him to leave it to us. Within a couple of minutes, the alarm is sounded once again, and off they trot down range to reset their targets etc. And upon sounding the alarm to indicate that the range was clear... 'phut, phut, phut, crack, bang, pop' a small group of elite crack commando marksmen systematically shot all their targets, toys and knock downs, which they only realised when they sat back down at their benches. This happened a couple more times before they realised what was happening and glanced across the range to be greeted by a group of us grinning and waving back at them. One had the brass neck to complain to the range master, who just shrugged his shoulders. A staring contest ensued, followed by one further cycle of target resets, one final stare down, followed by the group packing up and leaving. Effective? Yes. Petty, also yes
It became a major source of annoyance to everyone, and despite the range master attempting to educate them on several occasions, they persisted with their dickery in a passive-aggressive manner. So, how was this annoyance addressed? Almost violently, as a few of the less patient members started becoming quite 'vocal'. I asked the range master what was happening, and he told us that he'd had enough and was going to expel them. My buddies and I had a quick chat among ourselves and told him to leave it to us. Within a couple of minutes, the alarm is sounded once again, and off they trot down range to reset their targets etc. And upon sounding the alarm to indicate that the range was clear... 'phut, phut, phut, crack, bang, pop' a small group of elite crack commando marksmen systematically shot all their targets, toys and knock downs, which they only realised when they sat back down at their benches. This happened a couple more times before they realised what was happening and glanced across the range to be greeted by a group of us grinning and waving back at them. One had the brass neck to complain to the range master, who just shrugged his shoulders. A staring contest ensued, followed by one further cycle of target resets, one final stare down, followed by the group packing up and leaving. Effective? Yes. Petty, also yes
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OldStock
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Out rabbit shooting we noticed in the long grass a couple enjoying some horizontal exercise, complete with glut tanning (what first caught my eye "Is that a rabbit"?).
We made various noises (from the next field) but nothing put them off so we carried on.
Fair play, he was more committed to his sport than us.
I have, at two occasions, had squirrels arrive while zeroing, or checking groups.
The strange thing is, that was in areas where they would hide if I made my way quietly.
Obviously the continuous noise and a human walking back and forth is no threat.
We made various noises (from the next field) but nothing put them off so we carried on.
Fair play, he was more committed to his sport than us.
I have, at two occasions, had squirrels arrive while zeroing, or checking groups.
The strange thing is, that was in areas where they would hide if I made my way quietly.
Obviously the continuous noise and a human walking back and forth is no threat.
I think I saw him at the British Shooting Show...
At a club I used to shoot at, a few years back... one morning, a group of what I can only describe as young 'Skateboarder Goths' appeared. Decidely odd-looking bunch, and didn't really engage with anyone, which is fine, but they gave off a distinct air of willful entitlement/ignorance/apathy/indifference. I kid you not when I say that they sounded the range alarm every few minutes so that they could reset the knockdown targets and put up new targets (chalks, soldiers, etc.).
It became a major source of annoyance to everyone, and despite the range master attempting to educate them on several occasions, they persisted with their dickery in a passive-aggressive manner. So, how was this annoyance addressed? Almost violently, as a few of the less patient members started becoming quite 'vocal'. I asked the range master what was happening, and he told us that he'd had enough and was going to expel them. My buddies and I had a quick chat among ourselves and told him to leave it to us. Within a couple of minutes, the alarm is sounded once again, and off they trot down range to reset their targets etc. And upon sounding the alarm to indicate that the range was clear... 'phut, phut, phut, crack, bang, pop' a small group of elite crack commando marksmen systematically shot all their targets, toys and knock downs, which they only realised when they sat back down at their benches. This happened a couple more times before they realised what was happening and glanced across the range to be greeted by a group of us grinning and waving back at them. One had the brass neck to complain to the range master, who just shrugged his shoulders. A staring contest ensued, followed by one further cycle of target resets, one final stare down, followed by the group packing up and leaving. Effective? Yes. Petty, also yes
Nice bowls, Sir
SSH66
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Apparently we have some in Lincolnshire that escaped from.a private collection and have successfully bred and thrive - yet to see one though.Funny you should say that … back in the 90’s I had a perm just outside Henley on Thames.
I lost count of the number of wallabies seen , they had quite a large colony back then, including an albino (first time I lamped him I nearly shite myself!)
Once had to stop clay shooting due to paragliders. I popped into the hut to tell the owner who replied that they are always there and they are out of range. I asked him to come out and have a look - range shut down and angry phone call 
one was so close I thought the crossing bird would hit him. About 20 mins later we started again - haven't been back (it's not convenient any more) so I don't know if it was a common occurrence but slightly disconcerting to suddenly see a paraglider in your sight picture whilst trying to shoot a crossing clay
one was so close I thought the crossing bird would hit him. About 20 mins later we started again - haven't been back (it's not convenient any more) so I don't know if it was a common occurrence but slightly disconcerting to suddenly see a paraglider in your sight picture whilst trying to shoot a crossing clay
crissdee
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I used to shoot at a small range not far from North Weald airfield. We would get light planes coming over every now and then, possibly within extreme range of an air rifle, so the temptation was there, but I never heard of anyone trying to hit one.
HarrySmithsonian
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About 20 odd yr ago I was a member of a certain club (in a galaxy far away (to protect the guilty)) and shooting my Ruger SR-22 lr with a friend who was also acting RO on the now defunct 100 yd range. I noticed a squirrel about 5 feet off the lane but still safe, I looked round at Dave and said "shall I?". He had a quick sweep round, no-one else on the range, "go on then". I held about 6 inches over and popped said squirrel. Almost immediately a magpie landed right by the twitching body so I popped that as well. Couldn't help it, very naughty and I had to bury both corpses. It was about 95 yds.
I wouldn't do any such thing these days.
Last year we found a slow worm with a bullet hole at my current club. That's very naughty.
I wouldn't do any such thing these days.
Last year we found a slow worm with a bullet hole at my current club. That's very naughty.