Going out into the country for clay shooting in Bristol has to rank as the most enjoyable experiences in my life. I go often to the club with my grandfather and my own father and it’s always a great way to bond with the family. With the political divisions in the country, it’s also a great way to spend time with my Tory father and grandfather without having to worry about politics rearing its ugly head. Considering my strong Labour stand, politics often comes up and you can imagine the arguments we’ve had over the years. All of that goes away at the shooting club.
The shooting club itself is a marvelous structure that’s been around longer than I’ve been alive. Some of my earliest memories consist of me tagging along with my grandfather while he shot clay pigeons on the club grounds. Then we would tour the gun room and look at all the amazing firearms they have available for club members to use. It goes without saying that I couldn’t wait to grow up and be able to shoot alongside my grandfather. The first time I did my father came along as well so it really was an incredible memory.
My friends can’t believe I hold the politics I do yet still enjoy shooting clay. It is a bit odd, I imagine, but it’s a good way to bond with family members while enjoying the great outdoors. It’s also shooting in a very safe environment and we’re not killing anything. It’s certainly better than taking part in those horrible fox hunts that the country’s elite enjoy on their private property. I have every intention of returning to the club in the future, and in a perfect world I’ll be bringing my own children with me so we can continue the chain of family bonding over clay shooting.