300 Metre Rifle Prone - World Championships, Men Team

World Championships, Men Team

This event was held in 1982-2006.

Year Place Gold Silver Bronze
1982 Caracas Soviet Union
Victor Daniltchenko
Gennadi Lushikov
Vladimir Lvov
Viktor Vlasov
Switzerland
Kuno Bertschy
Walter Inderbitzin
Anton Mueller
Ueli Sarbach
Norway
Tore Hartz
Terje Melbye-Hansen
Geir Skirbekk
Kare Inge Viken
1986 Skoevde France
Pascal Bessy
Michel Bury
Dominique Maquin
Finland
Kalle Leskinen
Mauri Roeppaenen
Pekka Roeppaenen
Norway
Joern Dalen
Harald Stenvaag
Kare Inge Viken
1990 Moscow Norway
Joern Dalen
Geir Magne Rolland
Harald Stenvaag
United States of America
Bradley Carnes
Glenn Dubis
Thomas Tamas
Great Britain
Malcolm Cooper
John Davis
Michael Sullivan
1994 Tolmezzo Finland
Kalle Leskinen
Tapio Saynevirta
Jukka Salonen
Czech Republic
Milan Bakes
Petr Kurka
Milan Mach
Switzerland
Olivier Cottagnoud
Eric Chollet-Durand
Norbert Sturny
1998 Zaragoza Sweden
Bengt Andersson
Jonas Edman
Michael Larsson
Norway
Espen Berg-Knutsen
Arild Roeyseth
Thore Larsen
France
Pascal Bessy
Jean-Pierre Amat
Roger Chassat
2002 Lahti Norway
Vebjoern Berg
Per-Gunnar Bund
Arild Roeyseth
United States of America
Glenn Dubis
Thomas Tamas
Eric Uptagrafft
Sweden
Anders Brandt
Johan Gustafsson
Michael Larsson
2006 Zagreb Norway
Vebjoern Berg
Espen Berg-Knutsen
Magnus Wohlen
Sweden
Johan Gustafsson
Per Sandberg
Michael Larsson
Australia
Warren Potent
Maris Taylor
David Hollister

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