Abhijeet's visit
Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 7:47 pm
Friends,
Had the good fortune of Abhijeet visiting me. The moment you meet the man you feel as if you knew him for a longtime. A very gentle and soft spoken man with a great deal of knowledge of wide ranging subjects. Not exaggerating but what was very remarkable of him was the marked dominance of commonsense over the well considered ideas. Remember what Voltaire said “Common sense is not so common”.
After a nice cup of tea, we tested the TX-200 and the HW77 in our backyard shooting range. Abhijeet said he hadn’t shot an air riffle for years and coolly went on to shoot one hole groups with both the guns. And, I barely managed to shoot the target with the TX200.Mack The Knife, there seems to be no problem with the scope. It’s the classic case of the Indian, not the arrow.
Abhijeet shooting the TX200
Then we set about going around Coventry. First we went to the Warwick University and for a walk in the woods. While we were there, we booked a shooting session at the Barby Sporting, Rugby (www.barbysporting.com), a nice place found out for us as part of the “A.W.J.Buxton corporate plan to encourage the shooting sports”. Thanks a ton Grumps.
Rugby is a small town most famous for the sport that took the name of the town.
You see the famous Rugby School and the statue of the founder of the game William Webb Ellis in the background. On the plaque under the statue, you shall find this legend.
“THIS STONE
COMMEMORATES THE EXPLOIT OF
WILLIAM WEBB ELLIS
WHO WITH A FINE DISREGARD FOR THE RULES OF FOOTBALL
AS PLAYED IN HIS TIME
FIRST TOOK THE BALL IN HIS ARMS AND RAN WITH IT
THUS ORIGINATING THE DISTINCTIVE FEATURE OF
THE RUGBY GAME
A.D. 1823”.
BTW, dear readers, this does not entitle you to do a William Webb Ellis with the rules of this board. LOL. OT. Rugby school annual day fees: £15,120. More than what my MA cost me at one of the best business schools in the world. And Annual full boarding fees: £23,835.More than what a very good MBA costs at the best business schools. Pity, we do not have an emoticon for heart attack.
When we reached the club, we could hear the shots going off in right earnestness. All we had to do was, give our names and pick the discipline we wanted to shoot. Voila we were ready. The only caution was, if we didn’t have a shotgun certificate, to return the unfired shells after the shoot.
We picked sporting clays. The “Guy”, our guide, had a bit of an attitude and maintained a haughty indifference though that did not mar the fun. Our gun was a bespoke Miroku that looked as if a million rounds must have been shot through it. Nevertheless, the action was tight and the ejectors still kicked the empties out a couple of meters.
This was the first time for Abhijeet to shoot sporting clays and I never shot clays in my life except a few manually thrown ones while in NCC. What great fun and challenging the shoot was! Pigeons, geese, bunny rabbits, all were challenging to shoot. Abhijeet shot 11 and I 9. Not satisfied, I went for a second round. Ryan, the 17 year old kid who shoots for the county accompanied me this time. He was very helpful and gave a few tips. Funny thing was, while I was shooting at the last stand, a bunch of rabbits were happily munching on the grass, impervious to the gun blasts, not ten feet away from me. Ryan tells me that once the lights are turned off and the shooting stops, the entire ground is covered by rabbits. I managed 13,clays that is, in the second round.
Yours truly taking a shot
A small mountain of shells
The only downside of the fun was that the gun did not have a recoil pad and the 24 grams Eley Trap cartridges began to take their toll on the shoulder and the recoil became very perceptible with every shot by the end. Or I would have gone for a couple of more rounds. We saw a 60 year old grandmother shooting clays with a semi.
The return journey was a bit of an adventure. I rather recklessly took Abhijeet onto a train headed for Glasgow thinking it would stop in Coventry. Result, we got to see a lot of English country for free. We got down at Crewe, 80 miles from Coventry and ran madly across the bridge for the train about to leave for Birmingham. When explained of our story, the ticket inspector laughed and said “Bet you were on the wrong train” and moved on.
Finally, when we reached home, it was time for pubbing. We went to City Arms, just a couple of minutes of walk from our home. Mack The Knife, you are right. He likes his beer. Guinness. What a nice way to end the day, isn’t it?
All in all it was good fun. Apart from the shooting, the pleasure of meeting a fellow shooter and discover a gentleman and a friend was great.
It will be a pleasure , if any of you are visiting UK, to have with us and go for some shooting. Just drop a line before you start.
Best-
Vikram
Had the good fortune of Abhijeet visiting me. The moment you meet the man you feel as if you knew him for a longtime. A very gentle and soft spoken man with a great deal of knowledge of wide ranging subjects. Not exaggerating but what was very remarkable of him was the marked dominance of commonsense over the well considered ideas. Remember what Voltaire said “Common sense is not so common”.
After a nice cup of tea, we tested the TX-200 and the HW77 in our backyard shooting range. Abhijeet said he hadn’t shot an air riffle for years and coolly went on to shoot one hole groups with both the guns. And, I barely managed to shoot the target with the TX200.Mack The Knife, there seems to be no problem with the scope. It’s the classic case of the Indian, not the arrow.
Abhijeet shooting the TX200
Then we set about going around Coventry. First we went to the Warwick University and for a walk in the woods. While we were there, we booked a shooting session at the Barby Sporting, Rugby (www.barbysporting.com), a nice place found out for us as part of the “A.W.J.Buxton corporate plan to encourage the shooting sports”. Thanks a ton Grumps.
Rugby is a small town most famous for the sport that took the name of the town.
You see the famous Rugby School and the statue of the founder of the game William Webb Ellis in the background. On the plaque under the statue, you shall find this legend.
“THIS STONE
COMMEMORATES THE EXPLOIT OF
WILLIAM WEBB ELLIS
WHO WITH A FINE DISREGARD FOR THE RULES OF FOOTBALL
AS PLAYED IN HIS TIME
FIRST TOOK THE BALL IN HIS ARMS AND RAN WITH IT
THUS ORIGINATING THE DISTINCTIVE FEATURE OF
THE RUGBY GAME
A.D. 1823”.
BTW, dear readers, this does not entitle you to do a William Webb Ellis with the rules of this board. LOL. OT. Rugby school annual day fees: £15,120. More than what my MA cost me at one of the best business schools in the world. And Annual full boarding fees: £23,835.More than what a very good MBA costs at the best business schools. Pity, we do not have an emoticon for heart attack.
When we reached the club, we could hear the shots going off in right earnestness. All we had to do was, give our names and pick the discipline we wanted to shoot. Voila we were ready. The only caution was, if we didn’t have a shotgun certificate, to return the unfired shells after the shoot.
We picked sporting clays. The “Guy”, our guide, had a bit of an attitude and maintained a haughty indifference though that did not mar the fun. Our gun was a bespoke Miroku that looked as if a million rounds must have been shot through it. Nevertheless, the action was tight and the ejectors still kicked the empties out a couple of meters.
This was the first time for Abhijeet to shoot sporting clays and I never shot clays in my life except a few manually thrown ones while in NCC. What great fun and challenging the shoot was! Pigeons, geese, bunny rabbits, all were challenging to shoot. Abhijeet shot 11 and I 9. Not satisfied, I went for a second round. Ryan, the 17 year old kid who shoots for the county accompanied me this time. He was very helpful and gave a few tips. Funny thing was, while I was shooting at the last stand, a bunch of rabbits were happily munching on the grass, impervious to the gun blasts, not ten feet away from me. Ryan tells me that once the lights are turned off and the shooting stops, the entire ground is covered by rabbits. I managed 13,clays that is, in the second round.
Yours truly taking a shot
A small mountain of shells
The only downside of the fun was that the gun did not have a recoil pad and the 24 grams Eley Trap cartridges began to take their toll on the shoulder and the recoil became very perceptible with every shot by the end. Or I would have gone for a couple of more rounds. We saw a 60 year old grandmother shooting clays with a semi.
The return journey was a bit of an adventure. I rather recklessly took Abhijeet onto a train headed for Glasgow thinking it would stop in Coventry. Result, we got to see a lot of English country for free. We got down at Crewe, 80 miles from Coventry and ran madly across the bridge for the train about to leave for Birmingham. When explained of our story, the ticket inspector laughed and said “Bet you were on the wrong train” and moved on.
Finally, when we reached home, it was time for pubbing. We went to City Arms, just a couple of minutes of walk from our home. Mack The Knife, you are right. He likes his beer. Guinness. What a nice way to end the day, isn’t it?
All in all it was good fun. Apart from the shooting, the pleasure of meeting a fellow shooter and discover a gentleman and a friend was great.
It will be a pleasure , if any of you are visiting UK, to have with us and go for some shooting. Just drop a line before you start.
Best-
Vikram