Edi­tor’s Wel­come

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The edi­tor is con­fined to bar­racks for the SHOT show, but finds an able sub­sti­tute

Well, the past month has been a bit of a dis­as­ter, and it be­gan when I went to bed with a per­fectly func­tional right knee, and awoke with a wrecked one. Noth­ing of note hap­pened be­tween the time I put my knee to bed and when I awoke to it be­ing in a state of ag­o­nis­ing use­less­ness. I couldn’t stand on it, it wouldn’t let me lift my leg, my right foot stuck out at 90 de­grees to my left, and when I fi­nally man­aged to haul my­self into a stand­ing pos­ture, arms wav­ing for bal­ance and feet at 10-to-2, I looked like a dodgy bal­let dancer. To make mat­ters even less con­ve­nient, I wasn’t at home, but in a field, miles from any hos­pi­tal, with no sig­nal on my phone and my car was hun­dreds of yards away. I’ve been in bet­ter predica­ments I can tell you.


I was bivvied up by a lake, as I pre­fer to be on a reg­u­lar ba­sis, and I had the Gun­power Stealth with me, in­tend­ing to mooch about with it as part of my fol­low-up test for this month’s issue. As it turned out, that ri­fle had more chance of be­ing used as a crutch so I could get to my car, than be­ing part of any test. I knew I could get enough of a sig­nal if I could make it to a hotspot near the first gate and the com­bi­na­tion of three Parac­eta­mol, a handy branch and a pan­tomime im­pres­sion of a pi­rate, helped me get there. I called a mate on the far side of the lake, and after only a cou­ple of hours’ worth of mer­ci­less mickey-tak­ing, I was packed up and packed off to the near­est ac­ci­dent and emer­gency de­part­ment. A swift four hours later, I was is­sued with a pair of crutches and a ticket for a scan­ning ma­chine.


It’s too late to cut a long story short, but thanks to a torn menis­cus and a dam­aged cru­ci­ate lig­a­ment I found my­self barely mo­bile, with the an­nual 5000-mile aero-jaunt to the S.H.O.T. Show in Las Ve­gas ex­actly a week away. Pre­vi­ous vis­its had seen me walk­ing around eight miles a day to cover the five floors over which the show is spread, and the mere prospect of that was mak­ing me wince. The day be­fore I was due to fly to Ve­gas, I made my de­ci­sion to call off the trip. Ac­tu­ally, there was no de­ci­sion to make, and my real job was or­gan­is­ing cover for what I’d planned while at the S.H.O.T. Show. Step for­ward, Mick Gar­vey.

Mick did me, and this mag­a­zine proud, as you’ll see in his fea­ture on page 50. He also recorded over 40 miles of walk­ing to do that, which made me wince again.


As you’ll see in my Edi­tor’s Test this month, my knack­ered knee forced a dif­fer­ent ap­proach to the fea­tured rifles, but it’s all part of liv­ing in the real world, which is where I in­tend to stay for as long as I can, no mat­ter what that world lobs my way!

Have a great month and I hope to see as many of you as pos­si­ble at the NEC Bri­tish Shoot­ing Show in Birm­ing­ham.

All the best. I

Con­fined to my man cave, in­stead of walk­ing miles to see the won­ders of the S.H.O.T. Show.

Our Mick did a mar­vel­lous job, so I said I’d buy him a thank-you present. Do you think this could be a hint?

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