After a good night’s sleep, all the team managed to assemble at the hut in time for breakfast before the Commonwealth Match. We then transferred to the 800m point for the first range (the course of fire for the match is a team of twelve,…
Today there were two different matches: the Gatineau, an individual shoot at 900m; and the Canada Match as a team of eight over 300, 500 and 600 yards. The Gatineau, unlike the other shoots in the Grand Aggregate, was squadded according to individual performance over…
Following a night of torrential rain the team were expecting a dousing first thing but all remained mostly dry for the final two ranges of the Gibson at 300m and 600 yards. The level of scoring remained high with seven of the team achieving 150’s…
Once more, all the vans departed the hotel at times suitable for their first shoot of the day, some more ‘suitable’ than others depending on the length of the lie in! We started the day shooting the President’s, at either 300m or 500 yards. The…
After the BBQ the previous night when many people ate steaks that were bigger than the plate, all had an early night. We woke promptly (some earlier than others to make the 8am detail) and set off as is now customary to the range for…
Finally, we woke up to a clear sky and a good weather forecast, as day two of the Grand beckoned. Today the vans were on different schedules according to detail, so the team split into groups of four for the majority of the day. As…
This morning the team were a little less regimented when it came to getting to the range. While some buses had to leave earlier due to early details, others had the opportunity to leave for the range slightly later, as they were squadded on later…
After a relatively quite night with some opting to dine in Hunstville and others having a take out pizza in the cottages, the sixteen remaining team members assembled promptly on Friday morning to pack the vans. Fortunately it wasn’t raining for almost the first time…
If there is a word that best describes the last few days here at the Lake of Bays, it is rain. In fact, with a few more sheep and fewer bears, one might be forgiven for making the mistake of believing oneself in Scotland rather…
