I remember a close range pole shot at the second (i think) SiHFT shoot at Mileoak. Very vicious but delightful (if you're a sicko) as the pole felt like it was about 8-9 yards in front of you but the target was about 20 foot high. Once you managed to find the target in your scope; you either had a slipped disc in your neck or a banana shaped back.
Still amazed I managed to shoot it.
"I wanna play cricket on the green, ride my bike across the stream, cut myself and see my blood, I wanna come home all covered in mud. I'm a boy, I'm a boy but my ma won't admit it..." I'm A Boy- The Who 1966