At my age, I guess I ought to accept there are limitations to what you can do or learn. Now take clay pigeon shooting. I've been a few times with friends and because Cleveland has plenty of clubs and places to shoot I decided I'd take it up as a hobby. So there I am chatting to a bloke who owns a farm and hosts a shooting club. 'Are you into shooting birds?' he said. I said, 'Yes and no. I can't see the point in shooting dozens of the wee feathered things, just for sport, but I can see myself shooting a a brace of peasants (I thought it was funny, but he didn't notice) and eating them, but more than that, I think it's pointless' He then told me he shot fifty the other week on an invited shoot in North Yorkshire. Think I put my foot in it, these shooting fishing types are easily miffed. Second thoughts, I think I'll stick to clays, and I'm not even a Buddhist or a vegetarian. After shooting about a hundred clays, I ended up with a sore shoulder and backache. Maybe I should stick to writing - it only makes your brain ache. Well, I've got work to do and if you are reading this in the UK maybe you should get back to yours! |
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