Welcome To Anston and massive chunk of River Rother mist that
decided to roll in first thing.
Watching all the names roll
in on the website is reward
enough for me, well it has
to be because there’s no
way I’d ever win in a month
of Sundays, last year I
spent months practicing, it
made little to no difference.
This year I elect to shoot
around with Mangers
and he kindly offers the
use of his gun. So, rather
than put myself through
all that torment again I’m
just going to show up on
the day and shoot for fun,
seems like a fair swap for
not winding myself up for
months.
All the big names have
entered again this year
so it’s going to be a good
event at the top but
PJBRC is also a fun day
and I think the course
always has that great mix
of something for everyone,
just enough lanes to sort
the top boys out while
we all busy ourselves
removing the paint from
the rest.
Early on its pretty hard to
work out who could win,
last years winner Marc
Fisher is on form, Bri
Samson and Steve Privett
are both World champs.
Simon Ayers is coming
up and Bri told me early
on that springer shooters
don’t have form, they just
have good and bad days. I
punt my £5 on John Amos,
he’s been shooting well in
the MFTA. John told me I
should have bet on Marc
but I keep the faith as I
always like a punt on the
outsider but I do believe
he could do it, top bloke
is John. So I’ve got Si to
win, John as my outsider
and Andy to beat Coop.
Sounds good to me, Si is
still giddy from Tondu so I
reckon he can do it, he’s
got the skills and if not he
could talk a target down
without the gun!
Saturday is spent doing the
final checks, there’s about
30 people in the woods
helping out, everything is
looking good, even the
weather report looks very
favourable but we all no
how accurate they are,
about the same as me
on a 55yders! Time went
nowhere and before I knew
it, it was 4.30pm. Home
to relax before the big day
kicked off.
I didn’t sleep much, so
heading down to the club
at 7am wasn’t much of
a problem, it was a big
day ahead but with all the
Anston Massive out in
force you know you’re in
Watch your fingers lads, the mist comes in so we all hit the scran
van for refreshments.
safe hands, everyone does
their bit and nothing is a
problem, not sure why I
was on edge.
By 8am both sheds and
the car park is packed,
the place is buzzing. No
problems in the stats so I
get my marshals vest on
and prepare for a great day
with a brew and a massive
bacon sandwich. About
8.30am the mist rolls in
over Anston, the lads go
and check the visibility on
some of the longer targets,
a call is made to delay the
start by 20 minutes. I use
this ti