The Shooting Party

When we stumbled across this regiment on the Market Square in Remagen I thought they might be the remnants of German militarism. In fact they were a very light-hearted gentleman’s shooting club. Apparently they marched up into the hills then took it in turns to shoot at a giant wooden bird target. They were then awarded medals depending upon which bit they hit.
 

I was finally won over when my wife asked one of the troops about the guy in the photo. “Oh we call him Chicken Head” she was told.