The next time the webmaster says he can navigate to a shoot without TomTom, shoot him. The next time TomTom throws a hissy fit and tries to send you to Basingstoke, chuck it
out the window. These are the recommendations for an harmonious Sunday. Kieran avoided the obscenity and thumping of the steering wheel by sticking is head out of the
window. Mark showed a kind and conciliatory side to his nature hitherto unknown. Anyway, the green Mondeo arrived only half an hour late which was still earlier than family
Blunsdon who only made it within a couple of minutes of the horn being sounded. The moral of the tale is: check locations on the NFAS website. Google and dead reckoning alone can't save you. Especially
since Fleet Ibex requires the combined skills of Ray Mears and Bear Grylls to find it.
The shoot started nervously for Ian W. because his bow had a couple of micro cracks which Martin plugged and bound for him. On warming it up he heard an ominous tick and proceeded
to blank the first target. As the day progressed and the bow didn't explode he grew in confidence eventually pipping Martin for primitive gold. Special mentions must go to Sue B for both
winning the ladies primitive and getting a PB into the bargain, and the Catherine Brock who came home with gold in cub girl HT.
Thanks to Kieran for taking most of the photos.
You can see the full results on the Shoots page.
