Monday, 14 May 2018

Sore, but not sorry

Yesterday was shotgun day.

I packed a box of shells with my shotgun. It was a big box - 10 boxes of 25, so a total of 257 rounds when you added the loose rounds from the pocket of my shooting jacket.

I would not recommend firing 257 rounds of 12-gauge when you are barely three months from a broken collarbone, and have a titanium plate in your shoulder.

It was a beautiful day - mid 20s Celsius, gentle breeze - and the pain of Monday was just a hint on the horizon. Oh, the sacrifices we make for fun.

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