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.
OUT BUT NOT ABOUT
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.
CALL IT OFF
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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