The new club was to have a skeet range with single arm Bowman traps, DTL with a new Blairgowrie trap (posh or what), and sporting with Bowman traps on sledges, the field had so much fall on it that the Skeet range high house platform had to be ten feet off the floor to compensate for the fall on the field, with all of the other stands dropping a couple of feet on the way round as you can see in the picture, the traps were loaded with one clay at a time of course, and we ran skeet, DTL and sporting all day once a month at the beginning. With all of the traps being so close to one another we had to do the disciplines alternately so that we did not upset anybody, and it worked...The club ran on for a number of years like this until I realised that shooters were wanting to shoot registered skeet and were travelling a long way to do it, so, on Saturday afternoons once a month I ran a 50 registered skeet event on my own as the other owners did not want anything to do with it, until they saw the results in the till that was, we even had people like Phil Robinson who ran Leicester Wildfowlers gun club and Terry King travel from as far away as Leicester to shoot, also John Hinchcliffe from Holmfirth Shooting school,. The clays that we used where Bowman which I used to collect myself from their factory at Retford, the cartridges where Oakleaf from Alec Thompsons in Durham and were in white boxes of 100, but of course the work did not finish there. The local farmer who owned the field insisted that the broken clay's and the plaswads had all to be cleared up, so that he could graze it during the week, this we did every Saturday afternoon along with the general maintenance of the ground itself. We must have spent two or three hours there on average talking-about the next shoot and what we had to do to keep everybody happy on shoot days, one of the main problems we discovered was not from the shooters, but from their wives, and the worst problem was and more than likely still is, TOILETS. At a local shoot (THIS WAS HIGH ONE AT KEIGHLEY, Stand 2 on the left)  At a local shoot families like to come especially in the summer where the wives can sit in the sun with the kids and have a picnic while dad shoots, if you have not got clean toilets then you are not going to get this sort of clientele, they will come once and never darken your door again, I am not trying to preach to you club owners, this knowledge has come from being at both ends of the ground, organising and shooting..

 Phillip Snowden and I used to shoot the Farm that his father in law had at Haworth, and any other shoots that we might get invited to. One particular occasion that will always stick in my mind and always make me laugh when I think of it, was when Phil had arranged some shooting on a moor in the dales at Hebdon, this moor was a piece of land probably about six acres but was right in the middle of a well stocked grouse moor and as it was common land it had to be bid for every year which Phillip did, he paid for the right to shoot it, so that's what we did, but it did not go down well with the people that had the rest of the moor especially when we turned up on the 12th of August when they were beating it, we had a great time ( say no more). On one particular 12th of August we had been on the moor and I was running a Bloodhound then, this dog was only young but stood as high as an Alsatian but heavier, his name was Zack. He did not like anybody bending down near his face, Phil knew this but, on returning to the vehicle to set off back home, I had put the dog in the back of the car while Phil was changing his boots, he didn't see me and I did not tell him that I had done this, he changed his boots opened the car door and bent down to get in the car, Phil is 6'3", getting into a Granada estate he had to bend a long way down, as soon as he put his head in the car the dog grabbed his face, Phil instantly reeled upwards and backwards cracking his head on the roof of the car and then fell onto the floor on his back. He did not know whether to hold his face or his head, but he did see the-funny side, or maybe it was the sight of me rolling on the ground holding my splitting sides, which were aching so bad I thought that it would burst, you've got to laugh haven't you. The next little incident which involved Phillip was when we were shooting at a little club called Horbury gun club Nr Dewsbury, this was a very small club run by some local shooters who were trying to make a name for themselves. We had visited the place a couple of times before and we knew the people that were running the shoot which was situated between the river and canal at Horbury bridge. On this occasion Phil had taken his wife Kath with him. We drove onto the ground and got out of our cars to be greeted by one of the owners sat on a new peddle type sledge trap, we walked over to view the new trap and Phil asked him how it operated. This person sat on the trap cocked it and let it off, Phil who was stood a foot away from the trap caught the full blow of the arm across the knee cap, Phil cannot stand the sight of blood, especially his own, he rubbed his knee and hobbled back to the car where he pulled up his pants to look at the damage, the arm had sliced his knee Cap and the blood was just coming through, he only said one word before he fainted and hit the ground like a bag of wet shit, and that was "Blood". It took four of us to get him into the car so that Kath could take him to hospital and in hindsight I am having a problem not falling out of this chair laughing while I write this... "No hard feelings Phil"...

The first shoot I put together outside of Keighley Gun Club was for the International year of the Child, 1978, this was to be a really big event involving all of the local gun clubs, but first I had to find a ground with enough room to accommodate a large sporting event of a possible one hundred guns. During my visits to the local country fairs I had made the acquaintance of one of the local rough shooters called Johnny Walker  from West Yorkshire, John had some rough shooting on the Duke of   Devonshire's estate at Bolton Abbey in North Yorkshire and was well in with the main keeper of the estate, we had a meeting and John agreed that we should do something for the event. It was decided that he would find and get permission for the ground and I would tackle all of the local gun clubs to see who would take part. The first one was Ilkley gun club (unfortunately folded a few years ago) Eldwick gun club, Trawden gun club, (opened on its present ground in 1973 by Spence Watson and today things look a bit shaky) Batley gun club, (still has the same committee men today including Tony Benson) Allerton Bywater gun club, and of course the old members of Keighley gun club, we had the ground, we had the people to run the stands, next we needed some help to do the paper work and take entries, two local shooters came to mind, this husband and wife team Joy and David Linwood had become more and more involved with shooting and were getting involved with the CPSA north region (Joy later became north region chairwoman) so, off I went to see them, no problem, they jumped at the chance to get involved, we had a shoot in the making. I was the first one on the ground on shoot day just to make sure that the clubs as they arrived to construct there stands knew where to go and what was required of them safety wise. 6am, and the first to arrive was the police wanting to know  who the hell  I was and what I was doing on the estate property (forgot to inform the local police, not good policy). Solving that problem and getting everybody installed in there positions the shooters started to arrive. The clays had not arrived!!!!, the wagon that was bringing them was too big to get under a low bridge a mile away and we were waiting to start, the shooters who of course were mainly rough shooters and had land rovers, solved that problem and the shoot got under way (phew). The shoot was a success and we did make a lot of money for the occasion and I think that everybody enjoyed themselves...

 Once I had the taste for skeet shooting I was completely hooked, I was becoming more and more interested in the north region Team and its selection shoots but, we were still shooting all of the disciplines, Sporting and DTL were still in my vocabulary then, I think one of the last DTL events that I participated in was the Vaux National DTL championship at Winyard park, and the last one to be held there was on the 24 June 1973 with 115 guns shooting it, the 25 straight badge which I won there, is now in the museum in SanAntonio TX. The main problem with the shoots was trying to find out when they were on and of course the date, this is a fixture list from 1967 in the only magazine that catered for fixtures in those days, and that was the Shooting Times so (insert page ), I thought I would have a go at solving that problem. I got in touch with as many ground owners that I knew and asked them if they would be interested in putting their fixture list into a special book which would be brought out every year so that the shooters could arrange their calendar accordingly, sure they were interested but, the problem was getting them to do the list in time for me to print it, all of the grounds that are mentioned in this report had contributed their list and I set about printing it. The book was called WHAT'S ON and WHERE. I had sorted out the printer earlier, so of I went with the lists, 50 were produced just to test the result costing 50p each with all of the local shoots in as well as the registered events as far away as Kingsferry, (which opened on its present ground in 1973), unfortunately I could not keep the grounds geared up with their lists and it had to be dropped...

Skeet shooting had really taken off in the north of England, Hesketh Bank gun club had added another range to its first one, East Yorkshire was starting to build its eventual five ranges, this picture is of East Yorkshires first acoustic ball trap layout in 1971, that's me on stand one with Philip Snowden on stand three, who dropped out of the CPSA for a few years and requested his old number 216 when he rejoined. (sorry the picture is corrupt) It was the skeet shoots that I was more interested in especially the north region selection shoots. This was 1985 me and another shooting friend called Roy Chappel were going to have a go at the team, the regional teams selection was in its infancy then and the main problem was finding grounds to run the shoots on in the north, the main grounds were to be Hesketh Bank near Southport (run by G G Taylor of Olympic skeet), Holmfirth shooting school (fronted by Brian Hinchcliffe and then by John Hinchcliffe), East Yorkshire Gun Club (in those days ran by a committee fronted by Joe Wheater who also looked after the bar and the gun shop in the clubhouse), these were the only ranges that we had in the north capable of running registered skeet.

Just a point about Roy Chappel, up to this point of time Roy and I had been friends for a few years, we had been doing a lot of rough shooting and wildfowling together and progressed onto clays, then we were shooting skeet and sporting anywhere that we could, one day he mentioned that he had seen a sea shoot advertised in one of the magazines and perhaps we should have a go at that," Yeh why not" was my immediate reply, Roy did not know what he was letting himself in for. This was early 1980s and as we toured around the shoots and country fairs it looked like we were not the only ones interested in the Sea shoots, a lot of the local shooters were also booked on the trip as well as some of the shooters from Hesketh bank shooting ground. On the 23 August 1980, we set of from Bradford Foster Square station on a train for Harwich where we boarded the ship for the over night crossing to Amsterdam. It was still daylight when we cast of on a fairly windy day but, within the sea wall it was as calm as a duck pond, I was a pretty good sailor as I had been doing continental work for about 5 years then and these ferry crossings were an integral part of my job as a long distance driver, so I knew what to expect. We left the dock and headed for the breakwater, my wife, Roy's wife and Roy stood looking out to sea with there mouths open, Roy stuttered something like "F——g hell are we going out there," the waves were breaking over the walls of the breakwater and as we went through the gates it was like a roller coaster. We were all a little bit unsteady as we walked around Amsterdam the next day and as we returned to the boat for the over night crossing to Kristiansand the weather was still the same. We should have reached Kristiansand for breakfast the next morning but the journey was so rough that breakfast had been and gone and it was closer to dinner time when we finally got there. Dinner had past, supper had passed, and during the whole over night journey I do not think I saw more than three people on deck . We did not see anything of Roy and his wife until we had berthed in Norway and then these two frail yellow unsteady people emerged from a cabin and it was them. By this time of course the shooting which was to take place off the stern of the vessel while out at sea looked like a none starter but, two or three shooters started to turn up and we did do a little shooting, but when we put our feet on dry land again Roy's words were "never again". Now its registered as just another little episode in a shooters diary...

Our first entry into the North of England team, 1982, being new team members we had to go to the AGM north region to collect our new badges. Joy Linwood had made it to chairwoman by then and we waited in anticipation for her to call all of the new team members out to file up to the rostrum to collect the new badge, (insert badge) (that was a proud moment I can tell you ),| I collected nine team badges in succession up to 1989 then I dropped out to let some new blood in... In my early years with the England team, the selection procedure was to take the top twenty shooters out of the CPSA average book, take them to a shoot and select the top ten, what a nerve racking experience that was. In those days I was shooting an average 2500 targets on about 25 different ranges scattered all over the country, summer and winter, and to stay in the top twenty was difficult to say the least, but in 1984 I did just that. I was called into the team after shooting a 99 in the last selection shoot at Melton Mobray to make the top ten, the Captain then was selected the same as today, being the longest serving member of the CPSA, something that Joe Kitson has never forgiven me for, top five after the home international at Melton Mowbray in 1984 were, JOE KITSON, (who shot a 100 straight) ALLAN TODD, JOHN STACEY, ANDREW HARVISON and VALL FRASER, winners of the event on 489...(insert badge) 1984 was a good year for me as I had found a lot of form and was using it to its maximum, the 100 straights were rolling in from all over the place including the one that has left its mark on me to this day, that was the Lancashire Skeet Championship at Hesketh Bank, it was the first time that a 100 straight had been shot there and it happened at this championship for me, what a day?. Melton Mowbray shooting ground was run by John Green who also served on the CPSA committee at this time...

Still in 1985, during my exploits with the England Team and after speaking to that southern Yorkshire man Allan Todd at Kingsferry, I had noticed that he was wearing a silver 100 badge from the CPSA, I thought I wonder how many shooters have shot 100 straight at English Skeet and who has the records. Contacting the CPSA I soon realised that nobody cared, so, back into action, I thought I would start a club of my own, I knew that people like Mick Tomlinson, Graham Taylor, John Hinchclife, Andrew Harvison, George Digweed, and John Good had all shot straights because I had seen them do it at different shoots and nobody was looking after them collectively, so the One Hundred Straight club was born, 1985... Little did I realise the work that I was letting myself in for, the first thing to do was create a badge, the one that we are wearing today is basically the same as the original one only refined. Next, set about finding the CPSA members that had shot 100 straight at skeet and get them interested, no problem, they themselves realised that there achievement was not truly recognised and the fact that they could wear a badge to pronounce this was a vast improvement on nothing. I did not have a problem finding the shooters as I was still shooting the circuit with vigour and the word was spreading through the skeet shooting population that we had a fairly exclusive club to belong to with a badge. As you will see by the OSC website list at the end of this story the names that were coming forward were big skeet shooters of the day, and eager to join, today is the 3rd of April 1987 and if a new potential member rings up to inquire about the club I still get a buzz from the enthusiasm on the other end of the phone proudly telling me that he, or she, has shot 100 straight and could they join the club...

As you can see by the list the OSC was fairly popular, in fact so much so I thought that I should do something for it collectively, I sat with my wife wondering what we could do that was different, we had done the local team events and the trips to the provinces, so what could we do that was different, what about a holiday, we could go somewhere shoot a few days and have a few days holiday as well, great, but where, what about America Jill said, what a thought, I was already a NSSA member and receiving the NSSA magazine so we sat and looked through the book for some grounds near Disneyland that we thought might be interested. I could not be bothered writing letters for that would take far to long, so straight to the telephone to find out if we could get some competition shooting some where, the first club that I rang was the SKYWAY GUN CLUB in St Petersburg Florida, I do not know who was more amazed on the outcome, them or me, but we sure had an event on our hands...Look at this picture on my Facebook...

June 1988, the trip was to be one week in St Petersburg shooting, and one week in Orlando at Disneyworld, we were scheduled to fly out of Gatwick to Miami, there were  32 of us, not all shooters but we had enough for two teams, my first problem was with the airline, as we arrived to check in. I had checked everything, informed everybody in authority, Police, Airport, Airline, Customs, Shooters, uncle Tom Cobly and all, but be warned all of you would be travellers with guns, the Captain has the last say as to whether he carries guns or not on his flight, it does not matter if you have informed Richard Branson and he has sanctioned it, if the captain says " they are not going on this plane" then that's what it means, so, there I was stood in the airport check in with all of these shooters with about twenty guns, we all checked in and the shooters went through to the lounge to await boarding, leaving me to sort out the guns with police and customs, no problem, but, the flight crew that had been scheduled to take out this particular flight, and had been told of the Guns, had been re routed and we had a new crew with a captain that was anti guns. My heart was in my mouth when they came and told me that the captain had refused them and we had a problem, (cock-up would be nearer), hear I am stood in the airport with the airport armed police stood around me, still in the queue at the checkout looking like a right prawn!, with all of the other passengers still booking onto the same flight, you can imagine the thoughts going through their minds can't you, they must have thought that I had been trying to smuggle guns out of the country, for it certainly looked as though I had been arrested. Meanwhile, the people from Virgin office were trying to solve the problem, I had all of the correct paper work, I had been through the correct channels, and I had informed the correct people of our intention to fly with guns, but the captain had refused them on his flight so that was that. One of the officers from Virgin came over and said that the only solution was to fly them out to Miami the next morning on the first flight, but we were not staying in Miami I said, we were scheduled to collect cars and travel up to St Petersburg on arrival in Miami and that I could not and would not be able to find accommodation for 32 people at such short notice, so, "we will have them delivered to you in St Petersburg the next morning", he said, St Petersburg is 200 miles from Miami so you can imagine what is going through my mind cant you, well I will have to give Virgin credit where credit is due, for that is exactly what they did, in fact they arrived earlier than I had expected them, midnight the next night, the person that delivered them had been instructed by Virgin to drive them as soon as they arrived in Miami to St Petersburg because we had to be on the ground to start the shoot on the next day, (the second day of the holiday), and the cost to Virgin from Gatwick Handling Limited £255 which of course they had to stand as the fault was there's.

Trevor Street was the first one to receive his gun, the look of relief on his face said it all, he really thought that he had seen the last of his Remmington that day, after that the shoot went off as planned, the weather was unbelievably hot and we had a great time, the second week we moved over to Orlando and the Kingdom, the only thing I can say is "it was Magic"...

 Some of the shooters I was shooting with on a regular basis were, as I was, becoming deeply involved, and more and more interested in the selection shoots in the north region, people like Bernie Magee, Phil Snowden, Paul Spencer, Steve Harris, Paul Sinkinson, John Mason, Nev Hardisty, Gerry Minch (a little Yank from Menwith Hill), Tim Proctor (now a DTL shooter, tut tut), Trevor Street (fromt thouse!!! Whatever that means), and Geof Crossland who went on to run Knaresborough gun club for a while. These names were to become the more dominant in skeet shooting in the next five or six years in the north, there was a report and photograph in the  SHOOTING NEWS which was a new magazine of that period but sadly lost out to the big boys. This was  1984 when the North of England team visited Allan Hume And Don O.Driscall at there ground in Cumbernauld in Scotland, Allan Hume had been working his little butt off to get the second range ready for our visit, the low house was a 600 gallon diesel tank modified to take a trap, this ground was the main building block for all of the work that Allan has done for the SCTA over the years, unfortunately that ground has disappeared as well. The second day of the event was to be at East Fife shooting ground, East Fife was a little bit different to the other skeet grounds that we had been to, the atmosphere was very relaxed and the shooting was always secondary to the benefits of the clubhouse, that did not sell tea or coffee. We did not realise until we had tried to buy refreshments that all of the drinks were 70% proof which of course the locals were used to, I am not saying that they were trying to get us drunk, but they made sure we had a good time, as you can see by the trophy, we did beat them, just, (insert the team photo here)...  Some of the shooters had been saying to myself and Bernard Magee that they thought we should be putting our expertise into the north region committee and that they would be prepared to vote for us should we do so, as the people running the skeet selection shoots were not skeet shooters and  did not posses the credentials to operate the procedures to the skeet shooters needs. Like lambs to the slaughter we jumped in with both feet, and so began our stint on the committee. Wally Sayer was the new chair person along with myself, Bernard, John Mason, and Steve Harris representing the skeet shooters, I had the job of running the skeet selection shoots and Bernard, John and Steve were on ground inspection duties, we like to think and hope that we gave a lot to the skeet shooters while we were serving our time with the committee.

By this time a new ground had materialised near Wetherby, it was to be called The North of England Clay Target Centre with Five yes Five skeet layout's, a stone built club house with central heating and the owner (Alec Thompson) was a none shooter. We did not know then but it was to become our home ground for the next few years. But I was heading for a more exciting experience with shooting. While still shooting the circuit as we used to call it, I had noticed that we had a small number of people that felt there was not enough rivalry between places like Scotland, Ireland and the Channel Islands, we were aware of the home International for the England team and the English open for the regional teams, but we were looking for a team event more often than once a year so, I decided that I would put a team together of shooters who were more or less attending all the skeet shoots that were on offer. After speaking to Bernie about this he was in complete agreement on the idea and we started putting feelers out to one or two people who we thought would like to be possible members, little did we know how good it was to be in the future... The Yorkshire Team (as we would eventually call ourselves) was not developed to rival the north of England team, but to run along side of it to keep the members in top competition readiness if you like, and it worked. We had some of the best regional team scores ever while we were shooting this procedure. The first members were myself, Bernie, Phil Snowden, Steve Harris, John Mason, Nev Hardisty, Gerry Minch, and John Barker, Paul Spencer, who I had been watching for a while, had not been shooting skeet for long but was very keen and thrived on competition. This Picture of Alec Brown of the North of England shooting Ground in  footings mode...

On the day that I had asked him if he (Paul Spencer) would like to join the team I had been stood at a distance watching him perform at the North of England. He knew that I was watching, and he did not let me down, after a meeting with some of the other regular members I said to them that we might invite Paul to shoot with us on our outings, they were in complete agreement. That night I telephoned him at home, he knew how deeply involved in skeet shooting I was, and all about the Yorkshire team, I wish I could explain the feeling that came down the phone from Paul when I asked him if he would be interested in joining our team, that really gave me a lot of pleasure, I would have liked to have been a fly on the wall after that telephone call. Of course he accepted and from that day until we went our separate ways he did not look back or let us down... Our first away event with the team was to be at Nottingham gun club because we had already taken their team on at the new North of England ground and Bob Smith who was a regular Nottingham shooter then thought that he would get in on the act, it was a good shoot but they did not beat us, it proved to us that this is what we had been looking for and we decided to try our luck further afield. Having shot all the selection shoots for a few years I had made friends with some of the Scottish shooters that used to come down to shoot them from Scotland, two in particular had become good friends and are still considered so today, they are Don ODriscal and Allan Hume who then ran the Cumbernauld ground. I had spoken to Allan at Hesketh Bank earlier about a team event in Scotland and asked if he would like to take on the Yorkshire Team, sure they would, and he would confirm it after speaking to Don. The shoot was to be 100 at Cumbernauld and 100 at Kippen, what a weekend we had, the company was superb to say the least, but the shooting was out of this world, especially by the Yorkshire team who were so far in front on the last day that we did not have to shoot the last 25 targets each and we still could not be beaten, having said that with a great deal of respect, skeet in Scotland was in its infancy then, and the Scotland team of today would be a far greater obstacle to conquer, I have just spoken to Allan Hume on the telephone, he has just returned from the 1997 Scottish Skeet Championship at Don ODriscall's new ground where after eight years of committee, management, ground staff and general dogsbody work he once again became "just a shooter "and shot himself into the Scottish team, well done Allan...

The team was becoming restless for more competition, as I had been made organiser, they were saying "where are we going next, "set us up to shoot somewhere else, where could we go, what about Ireland, we could go and shoot their championship, "OK let me see what I can do". A few telephone calls and I knew where it was, Hollow Farm in Northern Ireland and the date, was 4th May 1987. The man who was organising the shoot was Gordon Newall who also owned the ground, perfect, another call to Gordon and it looked like we had an event. Little did we know how good it was going to be, the event was a telephone entry job as they only had three ranges and he said it would be possible to enter our team. What a weekend we had, on this occasion (we made two trips in all) the shooters from the ground came and picked us up at the airport and took us to the hotel which was called the La Mon House Hotel in Castlereagh, we then used the hotel bus for the rest of the stay, this was supplied complete with a driver who liked to drive with his knees while rolling a fag, just one little point that made us a little bit uncomfortable was, while we were riding in the bus the driver just happened to mention that he was on the IRA hit list and that they had shot at him twice from a moving vehicle in the past. Just a small point that he thought we should know about. You can imagine how glad we were to get out of that bus, but that's not all, as we arrived back at the La Mon hotel this little gem of a driver said that the new wing we had parked by was new because the IRA had blown the other one up, and guess which rooms we were in, correct. This hotel would also be used for the England team in 1990, (I will give you more detail on the Hotel later), the guns had to be left overnight on the ground as stipulated by the police after obtaining an Irish shotgun certificate, and even though we had to shuffle across Belfast we did not experience any problems, not with the locals anyway but, on our return journey to the airport Phil Snowden was driving with Bernard navigating through Belfast, one wrong turn brought us right in front of one of the fortified police stations, Phil decided to do a U turn, six of us in a car with tyres screeching carrying guns, can you imagine the thoughts going through our minds at that moment. You will see by this Yorkshire team table of events through the year we did ourselves proud, especially Steve...

After the last event I had decided that the team could do with smartening up a little, not that I mean they were scruffy but, it might look better if we looked a little bit more professional in our appearance, so of to the tailors I went to see what sort of a deal I could get for ten sets of blazer and pants, I can not remember how much they were but, boy did they look good, and felt even better, now we really looked like a team and our next victims were to be Jersey. Little did we know that they were going to field a couple of ringers on us. The man to speak to was Mo Gotel, he was the mainstay of shooting in the channel Islands at that time, and probably still is, Mo was well up for it, he said they would organise the accommodation for us and a team that would give us a run for our money, unfortunately he did not mention that he had two Australian professionals staying on the Island and that they would be shooting for them. One of them in particular was shooting something like 3000 clays a week all over Australia, he practically won the shoot on his own but, on the second day only half of their team turned up, which was a little unprofessional but, those of us that were there had a great time the whole weekend, Mo did apologise for the people that did not turn up but what the hell it was only a friendly affair. If you think we had problems there, what about this for dedication or perhaps suicide depending on which side of the spectrum you look from.

The One Hundred Straight club is going from strength to strength as you can see by the list, and to date 04/08/97 we have 252 members, I know of at least two shooters who have shot straight in the English Open this year who have not joined yet so its still looking good. Just one point that I feel that I must make, on behalf of the Irish members your association will not recognise the OSC, one of the Irish members complained to me that he thought that some of the shooters that had shot one hundred straight in Ireland had done it in practice and not registered, and as you the members know it must be registered so that we can get documented proof of said event, and when a member complains about something I have to act. When I received the complaint I rang some of the shooters on the Irish committee who said that they would look into it and let me know, that was two years ago and since then I have telephoned, written, spoken to ground owners in N. Ireland and sometimes at worst been a pest. From the outcome of this prolonged silence from the province one can only assume the worst, is somebody covering something up, has someone got something to hide, "what can I do". Perhaps the only fair way would be for me to delete all of the names involved, but that has to be the last straw and I hope that it will not come to that, but you the Irish shooters propa can rest assured that I do treat all of my members the same and there can be no exceptions to the rules. If its not registered then you have not done it and OSC badges must be returned if you have not achieved this. All that I need is someone from the UCPSA to confirm some of the dates of the shoots, or to link names with shoots.. The UCPSA went out of there way to  resolve the situation to every bodies satisfaction, and all is well...