Okay, the score was diabolical, the muscle strength wasn’t there where I needed it, the trigger still feels like I’m pulling a rusty lever through a mix of wet sand and grit and the shot goes off almost randomly as a result, but…

I got to the range on time, I got the match shot, and when helping with the rifle coaching and the admiring of John’s new FWB800 (which is pretty sweet), all the knowledge and muscle memory was still there, like Intershoot was only last week. The import licence is sorted for the new toy, so who knows? Next UCD match, I might be back shooting rifle…