Pellet On Pellet Magazine No.7 BFTA Grand Prix 2 Bisley 2016 | Page 2

GRAND PRIX 2
BISLEY

Another long drive down
the M1 but it looked like a
good day weather wise for
shooting, I’d already heard
all the rumours about
the evil wind at Bisley.
I’d had a really good day
practicing on Saturday with
Ivan Marsden and Paul
Lawrence so I was pretty
confident I wasn’t going
to put in another grade
busting score. I’ve stopped

looking at my grade now
because I know every
score is replacing a high
percentage score, I don’t
need to be focusing on
that right now, I just need
to take one target at a time
and hit some tin chickens.
Ivan grabbed me on
Saturday morning and
told me in no uncertain
terms that my scores

where crap, I should be
doing loads better and
I can’t blame it on the
fact that I’ve not become
one with the gun yet. Bit
of a rude awakening at
9am! I went around the
course at Anston with him
and Paul so they could
look at what I was doing
and cross check all the
distances I was getting.
That’s the thing about

Anston, you just get told.
Ivan suggested I move
my hamster a bit further
back plus just try and relax
more, I did as he instructed
and then kicked his arse by
2 targets!
Junction 22 on the M1 was
closed on the way down
so a little detour through
Leicester listening to a pile
of Trojan Dub records I’d

dropped onto CD went
well. Someone started the
day badly by taking out
a lamp post on the dual
carriage way, he must
have hit it at right speed
to do that, well at least my
day wasn’t going to be as
bad as that. Phil wasn’t
that chatty so I turned the
music up and headed to
the wrong side of London.

Christ Bisley is massive, it
looks like a 1970’s holiday
camp but with shotguns
going off every single
second, Hi-De-Hi indeed!
The sun is out and the
plinker is packed, I dog
down just outside the
shed, I check the zero and
then out to 50yds, first one
goes an inch left, second
one an inch right, third
spot on. One of those days
eh!

I pack up and go and walk
the course, there’s a lot of
head shaking going off. I
check in with my partner
in crime Pops, he’s having
a bit of a mare with the
wind. I leave him to it,
take some pictures and
see what other people are
doing. Dorian, Gilly, John
Sears and Little Kev are
all on 1 as I walk around,
amazing stuff considering

there seems to be very
different wind on each
lane. The course looks
long and difficult but they
always look different when
you’re not sat on the bag
but it’s a pretty amazing
setting all the same. I flog a
bit more merchandise and
head to the plinker again,
still packed! The wind is
still doing odd things on
the range so I pack up and