Blair Atholl F Class 6th Round
OCTOBER 2011
in both classes in relation to the points scores showing the conditions were harder than the results might suggest and making Liam’s ‘possible’ all the more creditable.
There should have been three 20-round matches on Saturday, but the late start and frequent visibility induced holdups saw one lost, Match 2 being the final contest and not finishing until after a dark and dreary 5pm. This match produced much higher F/TR scores than its predecessor with just over half the entry now breaking 90, with Altcar 101 RC’s Paul Harkins taking it on a superb 96.8v and setting the second new 1000yd GBFCA record of the day - five Vs up on John Cross’s 2010 record. Four others also shot 96: John Cross, Mick Longbottom, Enrique Cabrera and Steve Thornton in that V-count order with Adam Bagnall just behind on 95.7v. The F/TR day finished thus: Steve Thornton 188.6v, Adam Bagnall 185.11v and Paul Harkins 183.10v.
Meanwhile, things apparently got harder for the F-Classers, there being a general drop in scores, with Scotland’s Paul Sandie taking this match on 95.8v from Les Bacon’s 94.4v and another Scot, Gordon Waugh’s 93.4v, fewer competitors breaching the 90 barrier than in F/TR!
As competitors made the slow and slippery trip down the Blair Estates’ track to the village, the Open scores looked like this: Gordon Waugh 189.6v, Liam Fenlon 188.15 and Simon Rodgers 187.9.
But, there was another quintet just behind them on 185/186, so everything was still to play for on the Sunday assuming a full shooting programme took place, or even any shooting at all!
Dree..ee..ch!
Sticking with this weather theme, we’d been promised better Sunday conditions as the cold front moved off to the south. Well, that’s what we were told on Saturday morning – by evening, the word was ‘little if any change’.
When I peered through the bedroom curtains early the next morning, light levels and clouds were low over a grey and sodden vista but it seemed the rain had stopped. A mere two steps out of the B&B’s door revealed my hopeless optimism, near invisible but dense ‘Scotch mist’ filling the air, the type that soaks
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