Everything was a bit scary until I found my way around, on Friday night and Saturday morning. 09:00 call to the line, feeling fine, looking forward to proving myself.
Just the same a Bisley, nerves took over as soon as I started my sighting. The result was worse than Bisley (I was confident on at least improving on that score), 377 out of 600. On the bright side, my last series was good, by that time I had calmed down and worked out what I was doing wrong, my last seven shots consisted of one eight and six nines.
Still managed to get into the final. Now was the time to prove what I can do.
First, two shots were hopeful, seven and nine. Then they stopped everything due to a technical fault. That was all I needed, starting from scratch, I now had to try and emulate the first two shots and carry on from there.
If you hadn't already guessed, I went into a downward spiral and shot even worse. I was the first one eliminated from the final.
Due to the grouping, however, I did come away with a Bronze, for my effort rather than performance.
Me and my Bronze
Glen the other shooter from my club played a blinder, shot his way to second place out of all the finalists, and in our group was awarded a Gold Medal, very well done mate.
Glen Puxley-Pituch, Gold Medallist
Hear's hoping some of his form rubs off on me in the future.