Having arrived, needless to say, Murphy's law dictated that there wasn't a soul in sight and being somewhat disappointed, I decided that plan B just might prevail and as such I called St. Mary's indoor range to see if they were open and whether I could shoot prone.
Fortunately they were open and they were able to cater for such unorthodox oddity. Having arrived and signing in, I decided to trial the new line of Norma ammunition (which is actually just RWS) and setting myself up with the leather jacket, sling and the other attachments and than proceeding to lay on the floor, I than became the focal point and interest of numerous other shooters-namely Achmed and Muhammed that were both shooting Magnum sized calibers (and whose family members were sitting on the other side of the glass with iPhones in hand taking photos of some infidel dressed as if he should be riding a motorbike).
So there I was laying on the floor at St. Mary's rifle range, in what felt like an oven with sweat running down my back and what felt like some kind of exotic fashion parade. In between the sonic boom and percussion from Achmed and Muhammed and with timing my respiratory pause in between, I would than squeeze off the chambered round.
What a blinder, I shot some neat scoring groups and probably my highest score ever.
There's nothing better than a good day at the range!
