John Kielly

 

 

Role:             Manager /Shooter

 

Hometown:     Brisbane

 

State:             Queensland

 

Local Club:   

Pheasant Creek Rifle Club (not really local)

 

Occupation :  Involuntary Volunteer                           

 

Age:                60ish

 

Family:          

Wife Helen & son Rowan. All managed by a thirteen year old cat with attitude Nahla, named by a very young Rowan & a Weimaraner with a vacant cranium, sometimes called Sigmund Fiscal Fraud in honour of his breed’s ancestry & his birthday (July 1).

 

Australian Match Rifle Team Representation:

2004, 2006

  

State Match Rifle Team Representation:

Queensland 2002, 2003, 2004, 2006, 2007

 

Match Rifle Career:                        

Commenced: 2000 (marking F class  targets)

Winner Australian Championship 2006, 2007

Winner N.S.W. Championship 2007, 2009

Winner Queensland Championship 2009

Member of winning Queensland Rowlands Match team (2007)

 

Most Memorable Shooting Moment:

Winning my first gong (1200 yards – Campbell Town 2003)

Winning the Nationals 2006

Shooting a double possible at 1200 yards – Brisbane 2009

 

Winning Strategy:

Believe – once the necessary homework is done

 

Advice For New Match Rifle Shooters:

Ask the gurus what homework is necessary

 

Other Interests:

F Standard, a fortuitously sublimated interest in vintage wooden sailing boats, occasionally contributing to shooting chat sites and, oh, yes, avoiding being core sampled further by urologists.

  

Ancestry:

Mother’s side claims pure Scot despite her father being born in Melbourne whilst the family reconnoitered Australia before finally moving out a year or two later.

 

Great grandfather on dad’s side was persecuted in Ireland for his rustic search for knowledge upon the trajectory of irregular objects. Rough translation: He bolted County Cork to Australia with his family after inconveniencing a Black & Tan with half a house brick. Great grandmother (a six foot redheaded lady of uncertain disposition) retaliated some time later by tossing him through the kitchen window one night when he came home Brahms.