robinghewitt
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Just finished our muzzle loader clayshoot this afternoon and we decided to execute a pumpkin head left over from all All Hallows' Eve'.
We started with volley fire, but what with everyone being loaded for clays #8's didn't impress it much. Lots of holes, a few scuffs but it was still grinning at us, we felt mocked.
The honour of the club was at stake so closing in to about 8 feet we took turns down the line. I was second from the end and it was still smirking. Tough things these pumpkin heads.
Determined to give it my best shot I put my shoulder well forwards, a finger on each trigger and pulled them as one :shocked2:
It went down fighting. You know the feeling, like your fingers have been dislocated but you can't remember doing it, teeth slightly loose, even got a minor cut from the trigger guard. But when the smoke cleared Mr Pumkin had finally agreed enough was enough and exploded gracefully.
Now I have been initiated in to the sport of vegetable hunting I am driven to search out larger prey to pit myself against. But where do you go after you have faced the pumpkin head and survived to tell the tale?
We started with volley fire, but what with everyone being loaded for clays #8's didn't impress it much. Lots of holes, a few scuffs but it was still grinning at us, we felt mocked.
The honour of the club was at stake so closing in to about 8 feet we took turns down the line. I was second from the end and it was still smirking. Tough things these pumpkin heads.
Determined to give it my best shot I put my shoulder well forwards, a finger on each trigger and pulled them as one :shocked2:
It went down fighting. You know the feeling, like your fingers have been dislocated but you can't remember doing it, teeth slightly loose, even got a minor cut from the trigger guard. But when the smoke cleared Mr Pumkin had finally agreed enough was enough and exploded gracefully.
Now I have been initiated in to the sport of vegetable hunting I am driven to search out larger prey to pit myself against. But where do you go after you have faced the pumpkin head and survived to tell the tale?