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DALESLIFE
Shooting stars
The Daleslife team try
their hand at clay pigeon shooting
Warren
Gill is a narrow, secluded valley
just a stone’s
throw from Fearby Cross, near
Masham. With its winding
beck , wild flowers, scattered
trees and stands of vibrant yellow
gorse it is a peaceful enough
spot – until the shooting
begins, that is.
Over
the last few years Dave and Ann
Elgie have been transforming
Warren Gill into a state-of-the-art
shooting ground. Both
are passionate clay pigeon shooters,
and their enthusiasm is certainly
infectious. They soon had
us properly kitted out – waistcoats
with padded leather shoulders,
safety glasses, ear defenders
and hats – and raring to
have a go.
There
can’t be
much about shooting that Dave
Elgie doesn’ know. With
45 years experience under his
belt he’s one of the finest
shots in the country, let alone Yorkshire. But despite his awesome reputation he
still treats bumbling beginners
like us with what seems like
infinite patience. No one
has ever left Warren Gill without
hitting a fair few clays, he
tells us – and it is clear
he has no intention of letting
us be exceptions to the rule.
Dave
may be a consummate professional,
but fortunately he isn’t in the least intimidating. We
all start with a session of one-to-one
tuition on how to hold the gun,
and how to sight along the barrel. When
the time comes to fire the first
shot, it all seems remarkably
easy. The clay hurtles
out of the trap (that’s
the machine that fires it) and
up and over the hawthorns on
the ridge. You squeeze
the trigger – there’s
a bang – and there is the
clay still soaring aloft on its
merry way, quite unharmed.
But
Dave refuses to let you be discouraged. A
few minor corrections are all
that is needed, he insists. Aim
a bit higher next time. One
the second attempt your shot
nibbles the edge of the clay. On
your third shot the little black
circle explodes in a glorious
cascade of fragments.
Unless
you are Stef, the graphic designer,
in which case you hit the clay
first time. In
fact Stef seems to be able to
hit anything and everything,
with unfailing accuracy. The
rest of us console ourselves
with the observation that it
must be something to do with
the gusty weather. Our
clays were blowing hither and
yon in the teeth of a gale that
mysteriously dropped everytime
Stef took up the gun – only
to resume shortly afterwards.
Nonetheless,
we had all experienced out first
taste of success. And the thrill
that a hit gives you is undoubtedly
addictive. Had the weather
been less unseasonable – or
had we had the sense to bring
warm clothing – we could
have happily stayed all day.
So
whilst we may have felt proud
of our small achievements,
it was clear to us that we
have no reason to rest on our
laurels just yet. But we could
see why shooting is an increasingly
popular pastime, amongst both
men and women. In fact
Dave and Ann have found that
women frequently achieve better
results than their partners. But
why, we wanted to know? Ladies
listen more carefully and they
do exactly what you ask them
to do, says Dave, whereas most
men don’t listen, and they
don’t like taking
advice. Does that ring
any bells with anyone?
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