Hi guys (and the odd guyettes)
Like many of you here, I consider myself very much the richer for having had our late friend Toby Goodley touch my life. His honesty and strength in the face of the adversity of the last few years of his life caused me to raise a trophy in his memory so that we could all get together each year to celebrate his life and have fun doing what he really enjoyed (shooting shit).
Who among us could have anticipated the absolute philanthropy that poured from among our membership before, during and after the first shoot last October? Kiwigreg with contributions from others (nameless only because I can't fucking remember) built and donated a rifle to be auctioned for the charity that housed and fed Toby's family (and a few of us) while he was in hospital in Palmerston North. Brads hosted the biggest bunch of yobo's with guns I have ever seen since leaving the army in '76. Alonzo shocked the living shit out of many of us by bidding Ten Thousand Dollars for the Toby rifle and then immediately putting it back on the table so it could be auctioned again. And then there was the anonymous telephone bidder that ultimately bid Three and a half grand and won the rifle.
Well pull up a chair and crack a Waikato fellah's as what I am about to tell you will make you feel even more proud to be part of this great forum community.
On the night of the auction Brads was under instruction from the anonymous bidder to put the rifle back on the table again but as Philipo was running out of voice and you lot were becoming restless because you hadn't had a beer, Brads ignored the instruction and the next day I got the rifle dumped on me by Kiwigreg and was told to take it back to Auckland to the bidder (who I can now reveal was my good mate Barefoot). To cut a long story short, when I got back to Auckland with it Barefoot's reaction was "I told Brads to put it back on the table as I didn't want it because I am a cack hander" (he actually might have said left hander).
So, the rifle has been sitting in my safe without being used ever since but here is the next bit of philanthropy. Barefoot reached the conclusion that the best thing he could do with the rifle was to gift it to Toby's younger brother Luke. We even hatched a plan to take it down to Luke for his birthday in January but that plan turned to shit on us (even though I had flapped my gums and told Toby's mum Julie) and we never made the trip.
So here is a BIG PLEA FOR HELP. The bloody rifle is still in my safe, Luke knows Barefoot is gonna give it to him and now Barefoot is off to Fiordland hunting, diving and fishing so it isn't getting to Wairoa anytime soon...... Unless, that is, we can group together, and shuffle it down country.
Anyone headed that way?
Here's the package.