Badger's splendiferous day at Bisley, complete with ninjas
Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 9:47 pm
We're just back from a Splendiferous Day Out at Bisley.
Our adventure began on Thursday evening when we booked in at a posh hotel near to Bisley, having secured one of their £225 rooms for £29 via Laterooms.com, making the booking from their car park via their own wi-fi net :) We had a good scoff, then retired to bed with a cracking book.
Today's entertainment began early: we trundled down to breakfast at dark o'clock this morning and were barely beyond the porridge course when the dining room was invaded by a group of garrulous ninjas, all black spandex and no brain. We watched as the Head Ninja spent some time shaking a ketchup bottle over his stacked fry up to no avail, then smirked as he tried to ream out the spout with a butter knife, again to no avail. Being a public spirited kreecher we felt we out to lend a paw, so we wandered nonchalantly over to their table, held out a paw for the plastic squeezy bottle and asked "May we?".
Head Ninja looked surprised but handed over the ketchup bottle. We unscrewed the lid, removed the foil anti-tamper seal, screwed the lid back on and placed the bottle on the table. My, how his Ninja mates laughed, especially when we placed the seal, sticky side down, in the middle of his outstretched palm...
An hour later, having visited the Range Office at Bisley, said 'Hello' to the nice oomans in there and collected our radios, we were amused once more when three minibuses drew up in the car park adjacent to our range and the ninjas all spilled out - into the puddles. This time they were in full battle armour: knee pads, flak jackets, bone domes and goggles. Still very little in the way of intellect though, and absolutely no sense of humour as one of our compatriots whistled the "Laurel and Hardy" theme as they pootled round the car park trying not to get their feet muddy. According to the crest on the door of the pick up truck which arrived soon after, bearing arms and ammunition, they were the Civil Nuclear Police. They didn't seem very civil though...
The Keystone Ninjas disappeared off into a range the other side of the car park and, cabaret over, we continued our shoot. We released a lot of canned bangs back into the wild at 100m using our 7.62mm AIA Lee Enfield and 6.5mm Krag Jorgensen, then freed a few more with our 6.5mm Competitor pistol. After lunch we moved back to 600m and spent the afternoon perforating the bull with our Swiss K31 until the hooter intervened and sent us back home to the sett.
All in all, a splendiferous day...
Our adventure began on Thursday evening when we booked in at a posh hotel near to Bisley, having secured one of their £225 rooms for £29 via Laterooms.com, making the booking from their car park via their own wi-fi net :) We had a good scoff, then retired to bed with a cracking book.
Today's entertainment began early: we trundled down to breakfast at dark o'clock this morning and were barely beyond the porridge course when the dining room was invaded by a group of garrulous ninjas, all black spandex and no brain. We watched as the Head Ninja spent some time shaking a ketchup bottle over his stacked fry up to no avail, then smirked as he tried to ream out the spout with a butter knife, again to no avail. Being a public spirited kreecher we felt we out to lend a paw, so we wandered nonchalantly over to their table, held out a paw for the plastic squeezy bottle and asked "May we?".
Head Ninja looked surprised but handed over the ketchup bottle. We unscrewed the lid, removed the foil anti-tamper seal, screwed the lid back on and placed the bottle on the table. My, how his Ninja mates laughed, especially when we placed the seal, sticky side down, in the middle of his outstretched palm...
An hour later, having visited the Range Office at Bisley, said 'Hello' to the nice oomans in there and collected our radios, we were amused once more when three minibuses drew up in the car park adjacent to our range and the ninjas all spilled out - into the puddles. This time they were in full battle armour: knee pads, flak jackets, bone domes and goggles. Still very little in the way of intellect though, and absolutely no sense of humour as one of our compatriots whistled the "Laurel and Hardy" theme as they pootled round the car park trying not to get their feet muddy. According to the crest on the door of the pick up truck which arrived soon after, bearing arms and ammunition, they were the Civil Nuclear Police. They didn't seem very civil though...
The Keystone Ninjas disappeared off into a range the other side of the car park and, cabaret over, we continued our shoot. We released a lot of canned bangs back into the wild at 100m using our 7.62mm AIA Lee Enfield and 6.5mm Krag Jorgensen, then freed a few more with our 6.5mm Competitor pistol. After lunch we moved back to 600m and spent the afternoon perforating the bull with our Swiss K31 until the hooter intervened and sent us back home to the sett.
All in all, a splendiferous day...
