Neanderpundit

Today at our club we had an Africa shoot. THink we had ten shooters, but this was the first time. We had fullsize sillouettes of lion, kudu, impala, warthog, cape buffalo, plus a cape buffalo front on which ‘Charged” you, and you had to shoot it WITH a reload.

Bugger, that was fun. A lot of guys with big thumping 45-70 rifles, one guy with a beautifully engraved Chapuis in 458 WinMag. I shot the 45-70, as I didn’t have the round count for the match in 500 nitro. (took twenty rounds) I placed third, for which I got this trophy!!

Which has this cool baby zebra inside!

Of course I didn’t shoot for a trophy or anything, I shot because it was a hoot to shoot. Everyone had a great time and the RO was on his game. They set the firing line up to look like a dambo in all five stages. Here’s stage one:

I’d love to have one in a little truck but I’m also trying to downgrade the amount of BS I carry withme on a daily basis. So a car would be OK, and I’m SO over changing spark plugs. Trouble is I’m pretty well limited to the offerings of VW, and I am utterly invisible to VW sales staff.

I went to three dealers last night, and in each one there were clearly salesmen, many of them could be seen walking around talking to tye-dyed patchouli scented dirtbags, but despite my size I was apparently impossible to see.

Oh, there was the time in the one dealership that a manager came out and said “Is there something I can help you with?” in the general tone of “The tradesman’s entrance is out back” with a soupçon of “Why do you smell like deodorant?”. When I asked about Jetta and Passat diesels he said “We don’t have any used ones in stock and we usually carry newer cars anyway” like I could somehow not afford a new one, then hurried off. Wasn’t like I was dressed like a bum, or anything. Maybe only well dressed wealthy parents buy them for their trustafarian kids, I dunno. Anyway, I may get one, if I can get a salesman to talk to me.