The game shooting season is here!- Putting Fellow Shooters in Danger is not an option!
Whilst cataloguing video footage of early development work on my invention - Video Camera Shooting Glasses in Dec 2012 I came across some Field Testing done by game shooters. One of these got too excited after shooting a right and left brace of pheasant. The following outcome could have been a tragic day for all. This should serve to remind shooters that getting over excited does mean that you are losing control. CALM DOWN OR PUT THE GUN DOWN!
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TEN “SILLY” SHOOTERS
Ten keen clay pigeon shots banging down the line, one gun was out of proof and then there were nine.
Nine chaps out rabbiting stopped to cross a gate, one forgot to break his gun and then there were eight.
Eight city bankers came down from town to a shoot in Devon, someone followed through the line and then there were seven.
Seven sporting farmers ratting round the ricks, a trigger pull was over light and then there were six.
Six cheery fowlers, in mud were said to thrive, one plugged his barrels with it and then there were five.
Five joke telling clay shots forgot the simple chore, (Safety) laughed loud and swung their guns about and then there were four.
Four crafty poachers charged a hedge to flee, a trigger caught behind a twig and then there were three.
Three thirsty beaters with a nice cool pint in view, someone fired into a bush and then there were two.
Two neighbouring farmers dazzled by the sun, one shot a low bird and then there was one.
One veteran sportsman loved his trusty hammer gun, caught it in his watch chain and then there was none!
Anon .
Nine chaps out rabbiting stopped to cross a gate, one forgot to break his gun and then there were eight.
Eight city bankers came down from town to a shoot in Devon, someone followed through the line and then there were seven.
Seven sporting farmers ratting round the ricks, a trigger pull was over light and then there were six.
Six cheery fowlers, in mud were said to thrive, one plugged his barrels with it and then there were five.
Five joke telling clay shots forgot the simple chore, (Safety) laughed loud and swung their guns about and then there were four.
Four crafty poachers charged a hedge to flee, a trigger caught behind a twig and then there were three.
Three thirsty beaters with a nice cool pint in view, someone fired into a bush and then there were two.
Two neighbouring farmers dazzled by the sun, one shot a low bird and then there was one.
One veteran sportsman loved his trusty hammer gun, caught it in his watch chain and then there was none!
Anon .