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Saturday, 26 May 2018

Saturday Morning Doubles: The Fausti Sisters


No - not the Fister Sisters that Jack and Quartermain are currently dating - the incomparable Fausti sisters.


I dunno how the disgusting fwench people ever got a reputation
for fine food and women.
The Italians have them beat by a country mile 
7 ways to Sunday.

Now you might ask, "Filthie - what has you perving out over admiring these fine ladies?" Broads with guns, right? It's been done to death by every adolescent and dirty old bloviating-blue-balled-bloggers (Kim du Toit to the bridge on the double!!!) since the internet was invented. What's so special about these two?



Ladies of a higher calibre


I've run hot and cold on scatterguns. My shooting career has been dominated by archery, pistolcraft and riflery. I think now I am turning into a black powder geek. Anyhoo - these ladies are the owners of a small Italian gun maker renowned for their up scale shotguns.



Some YouTube sales and PR, if yer so inclined.

I've busted a few clays on and off again, and shot a few ducks and upland birds out in the field. My favourite gun was my dad's battered, ancient Cooey single shot 12 bore. I have a Remington pump gun that turns me right off. I bought a 20 bore side-by-each a few years back and hardly ever shoot it. Might have to rectumfy that this year. A fall walk with dawgs and some ruffed grouse in the offing might blow some dust off my weary soul.

One of the biggest mistakes I personally see in the scattergun world is people buying small guage guns for small people and women. I don't know how many times I've seen kids packing .410's - and the hell of it is that those are expert's guns. Everyone, even kids - should start with a 12 bore. They put a larger load of shot out, they increase the probability of a hit on the clay - and noobs have to succeed and get a positive experience to be properly introduced to the sport. The sweet 28's, and elegant .410's are for serious gunnies like us - who have missed before and will miss again and accept it as part of the sport of the game. Most noobs can handle a 12 - start 'em right! Errr - sorry for the rant. Back on target:



Perfect. A 28 bore is about as small as a guy like me should go
and still expect to hit.
Snipers and wingshots like Borepatch and ASM can probably
still hit with .410's, but I don't have the skills 
or reflexes for that.



Too much bling for me, my guns 
are all working guns. 
They take the odd bump and knock.

When I first started in this game 40 years ago, engraved guns like these were for Texas oil men and tycoons. Today guys like us can afford them - if we really, really wanted too. I hear they start at around 3 grand and go up from there. It annoys me actually - Canadians and Americans should be building guns like these right here in our own back yards. Why are we letting the wops eat our lunch?

Years ago while I was out with Bob The Knob, Skinbag and Flapz, we were pitted in somewhere south west of Camrose on a soy bean field waiting for some Canadas or snow geese to come over. It never fails: the good shots always come when you're taking a leak, or drinking your coffee and running your mouth, or stuffing yourself with sammiches. And that day - a small flock crept up on us without making sound and we didn't even see them until they were right overhead. Bob snatched my Rem 870 and shucked it so fast, it sounded like one of the double guns above - "BA-BOOM"!!! The shots were so fast, the report of the shots merged together - and two geese fell. "Jesus, Filthie - do I gotta do EVERYTHING for ya...?" Bob asked. The cretins all laughed at my expense.

Smirking bastid. Fah - it's Saturday, life is good, and humiliating, contemptuous hunting buddies are only worth the trouble in hunting season! Summer is a time for clays, dinner and wine on the patio, preferably in the company of fine women.



Fill out those score cards honestly, you cheating hoople heads... and have a great Saturday. :)

2 comments:

  1. My father knew one hunter who used a .410 and had no trouble getting his limit. They were pheasant hunting on Pelee Island; this would be back in the 1950s or late '40s. According to Dad, everyone would shoot and when they all missed, this man would shoot and get the bird every time.

    I've tried a 28 gauge, and while they're nice the 28 is more for specialized game such as quail than anything else. What I'd really like to do is learn to hit clays with a .410. The cost is such that reloading is an absolute must, unless you're independently wealthy.

    Which I'm not.

    But should I hit it big, all bets are off!

    By the way, should you ever encounter a braggart at the trap and skeet club, take them out for a round of sporting clays, or five stand if you can't find sporting clays. Let me tell you, shooting a round of sporting clays can be a real humbling experience. I managed to get 80-something out of 100 once - just once - and I've been after them ever since.

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  2. I recommend the tightest choke. It demands more accuracy, but if you're on target, it guarantees a good kill. That, and will make a goose hunt more than just shooting into the sky.

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