After a veritable flurry of desperate phone calls to Martin at SVYF, the usual suspects assembled at Severn Valley on a glorious spring morning. Once again the SVYF boys had laid
on a challenging and thoroughly entertaining course, making full use of their quite unique site (if the arrow goes in the swamp and you want it back, pray for a drought or you're
buggered).
As some of us booked in at the last minute, there was the likelihood of club members not being able to shoot together. This happened to Bradbury who promptly laid down and
chewed the pine needles until Hitch volunteered to change targets to keep him company, a move he later regretted.
Mike and Hilary shot round with Caroline from Druids. Caroline was in fine form although colleagues seemed to think she was somewhat muted. "Normally you can hear her across the park!".
John has a rubbish day and still won. Oh how we dream of being rubbish like John!
You can see how we got on by visiting the Shoots page.
