In fact he has told of occasions where, due to crosswind, he had to aim at the next target over in order for his shot to hit his target. Although my dad was too young to serve in the war he did do his National Service at Catterick Camp in Yorkshire, and has often told stories of his target shooting using an Enfield 303 where he would often bullseye at a great distance (he was a very good shot). I fired it a few times when I was younger, it's got quite a powerful spring loading mechanism and a kick when fired, and it's since been tucked away for safe keeping. He passed on one of them to another side of the family long ago but we still have the other. It lasts milliseconds and is the nearest thing to a time machine that I can get. Each rifle had a small engraved plate screwed to the side of the butt in recognition of the win. Every now and then I get a déjà vu moment when playing around with air rifles that takes me back to when I got interested and just for a split second, the atmosphere, smell and feel is captured in the present. He was presented with the trophy which is dated with the year along with two matching BSA air rifles (.177 pellet firing).
He was a keen reader of the comic and went to the show, entered the competition and won! I was unaware until now of the competition being by schoolboys own. My dad just dug out and showed me the trophy he was awarded for winning the Eagle comic shooting competition in 1952, a story he has told me often over the years. BSA Club ( The Eagle marksman competition prize 1952)
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