My funniest moment of my life happened at the Oceania championship in New Zealand in 2003. 

We were stating in Upper My Hutt and shooting on a beautiful, but tricky range.

Graham Keppie (Hall of Fame shooter from Perth, and a VERY large guy) led the field at the lunchtime break. He shot really well, and led by the length of the straight at Flemington! So over lunch he didn't forget to mention how well he shot and that we were all hopeless and should watch the flags and pull our fingers out!

Anyway, 200 was a very different story and Graham fell in a heap and I finished well down the field.

In the evening as is the custom, we met for quite a few drinks over dinner. Graham was particularly quiet, and Barry Warwick sensed an opportunity for a retort for Grahams earlier antics.

I think the actual words were "Hey Graham, you are a bit quiet mate, but this morning you were prancing around like a 2 ton fucking bantam rooster!"

At the time this silenced the Australian contingent, but then we all burst out in laughter, I could not stop laughing. In fact, I was finally on the floor crying and could not stop laughing.

After that day Graham was always referred to as Rooster, and he accepted it in good spirit, he laughed nearly as much as me.

Graham was a very talented bullet maker, and called his product Roosters. 

Next amusing moment occurred in Dobbiaco Italy at the WBC in 1999.

I had done some prior research and found out that this region on the border of Italy and Germany was quite famous for its white wine. So on the first evening I mentioned to the Aussies that I was headed out in search of a glass or two. Barry Warwick and Dave Billinghurst decided to accompany me on this quest!

We walked about 1km along the road and found a nice looking wine bar/restaurant.

3 bottles disappeared in no time, then the owner refused to serve more bottles, and put us on jugs!

There was some fantastic pasta consumed as well, and we had an amazing night.

But none of us has any idea how we got home!

Sunglasses were the norm the next day as this was a rest day, no shooting was required, thank God!

A few days later, Barry and I went for a walk to pick up some supplies. We walked past the wine bar very sheepishly on the other side of the road, worried we might have blotted our copybook.

The owner spotted us and charged over the road waving furiously, "Australians, come back, more wine!!!"