82 vs 24 year old 30 yard challenge

At my sisters for Easter weekend. My dad and niece wanted to try the 30 yard challenge. Quite fun to watch them choose a gun then battle the wind. Thanks to whoever thought of the 30 yards challenge. I personally never had an interest in it because it was so close. But add some wind and things got interesting with an 18gr pellet.

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At my sisters for Easter weekend. My dad and niece wanted to try the 30 yard challenge. Quite fun to watch them choose a gun then battle the wind. Thanks to whoever thought of the 30 yards challenge. I personally never had an interest in it because it was so close. But add some wind and things got interesting with an 18gr pellet.

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Fun!
 
girls can be quite good shooters and she has the youth advantage and better eyes, but, but, he has the Evol
Happy Easter Vetmx
Youth = give me a quality gun and I’ll handle the rest. Old dude = what kind of barrel is on these guns? Which one do you think is built better? Then he made his choice. Funny thing is if you think about it, we see it here every day.
 
My niece with the FX tied my dad who was using the Evol. She switched to the Evol and beat him. They are talking rematch tomorrow with hopefully less wind. Yes, she’s a great shot. She’s the only person who can shoot a springer while everyone else is shooting PCP’s and she’s at zero disadvantage out to 50 yards. I asked her how she does it. What’s her method. She says she doesn’t think about it, she just shoots.
 
Nice story👍

slightly off topic but when my grandson Toby was 5 years old he underwent an 11 hour operation to remove a tumour the size of a lemon from his brain. After this he was not allowed to take part in any sports or leisure activities that could result in a fall, so to keep him occupied I set one of my pcp’s to shoot a 9fpe and taught him to shoot, each visit he spend hours plinking in the garden where he became a really good shot.
During one of his plinking sessions he asked if I would buy him a gun, I replied as soon as you get the all clear from the doctors I will happily buy you one.
When he was 12 years old (after years of treatment ) he came to see me and said “do you remember you promised to buy me a gun when I got the all clear, well you owe me a gun” for me this was the best gift I could ever think of getting👍

After building him the gun, we both joined a shooting club where we would both go each weekend. One weekend his dad joined us at the range. The range had many different types of target but his favourite were the knock down type used in FT so he challenged his dad (who has only shot a few times) to a competition. Toby went first hitting every target out to 50yards, resetting to target each time by pulling the string. Next up was his dad, first shot miss, next shot miss, next shot miss, the more misses he did, the more angry he got and the more Toby would laugh. Dad was convinced he was hitting the kill zone but the targets stayed still, it was only then I realised what was happening, as we moved from target to target Toby was picking up the string and pulling, preventing to target from falling😁😁😁

He is now 17, 6ft 3” fit as a butcher’s dog and plays rugby for good local team👍

Here he is with the gun I made him (he wanted a purple shroud)
Bb


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Nice story👍

slightly off topic but when my grandson Toby was 5 years old he underwent an 11 hour operation to remove a tumour the size of a lemon from his brain. After this he was not allowed to take part in any sports of leisure activities that could result in a fall, so to keep him occupied I set one of my pcp’s to shoot a 9fpe and taught him to shoot, each visit he spend hours plinking in the garden where he became a really good shot.
During one of his plinking sessions he asked if I would buy him a gun, I replied as soon as you get the all clear from the doctors I will happily buy you one.
When he was 12 years old (after years of treatment ) he came to see me and said “do you remember you promised to buy me a gun when I got the all clear, well you owe me a gun” for me this was the best gift I could ever think of getting👍

After building him the gun, we both joined a shooting club where we would both go each weekend. One weekend his dad joined us at the range. The range had many different types of target but his favourite were the knock down type used in FT so he challenged his dad (who has only shot a few times) to a competition. Toby went first hitting every target out to 50yards, resetting to target each time by pulling the string. Next up was his dad, first shot miss, next shot miss, next shot miss, the more misses he did, the more angry he got and the more Toby would laugh. Dad was convinced he was hitting the kill zone but the targets stayed still, it was only then I realised what was happening, as we moved from target to target Toby was picking up the string and pulling, preventing to target from falling😁😁😁

He is now 17, 6ft 3” fit as a butcher’s dog and plays rugby for good local team👍

Here he is with the gun I made him (he wanted a purple shroud)
Bb


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Awesome story BBoy! Beautiful Rapid you built him 👍
 
Nice story👍

slightly off topic but when my grandson Toby was 5 years old he underwent an 11 hour operation to remove a tumour the size of a lemon from his brain. After this he was not allowed to take part in any sports or leisure activities that could result in a fall, so to keep him occupied I set one of my pcp’s to shoot a 9fpe and taught him to shoot, each visit he spend hours plinking in the garden where he became a really good shot.
During one of his plinking sessions he asked if I would buy him a gun, I replied as soon as you get the all clear from the doctors I will happily buy you one.
When he was 12 years old (after years of treatment ) he came to see me and said “do you remember you promised to buy me a gun when I got the all clear, well you owe me a gun” for me this was the best gift I could ever think of getting👍

After building him the gun, we both joined a shooting club where we would both go each weekend. One weekend his dad joined us at the range. The range had many different types of target but his favourite were the knock down type used in FT so he challenged his dad (who has only shot a few times) to a competition. Toby went first hitting every target out to 50yards, resetting to target each time by pulling the string. Next up was his dad, first shot miss, next shot miss, next shot miss, the more misses he did, the more angry he got and the more Toby would laugh. Dad was convinced he was hitting the kill zone but the targets stayed still, it was only then I realised what was happening, as we moved from target to target Toby was picking up the string and pulling, preventing to target from falling😁😁😁

He is now 17, 6ft 3” fit as a butcher’s dog and plays rugby for good local team👍

Here he is with the gun I made him (he wanted a purple shroud)
Bb


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I love stories like this!