i remember standing there on the firing line at a national championship... i think William was spotting for me. Hey William. Actually, William wasn't spotting for me. He was coaching me. For those of you that understand rifle silhouette is completely a team sport, you understand what I mean. For those of you that don't yet grasp that concept, well... that is another discussion entirely. let me just say that a good coach, when weighted against all the other components that go into an excellent performance at a large match... is atleast, if not more, important than any other consideration. but as i said, that is another discussion, well worthy of the time, but will be had another day. not at all the purpose for this rambling...
like i said before i so rudely interrupted myself...
i was standing there on the firing line with 55 or so other shooters... Ridgway I think... 55 shooters, 55 coaches, a bucketful of score keepers, a metric assload of worthless line judges (again, another discussion) and spectators galore... so there i was... the man said listo... i'm looking at 10 highpower turkeys... i look up and down the firing line and think...
"there is not a single solitary woman on this entire firing line!"
an accurate but obvious conclusion at the time... my next thought was that if i continue to shoot this damn game i am going to die alone.
so... to my point.... boys, if you don't want to live and die a lonely and pathetic life, find your woman before you get to involved with silhouette. you probably aren't going to find her on the firing line. for you happy and healthy genetic mutants that found your mate at a rifle match. i am so happy freaking happy for you i could choke. really.
a great and wondrous new year to you all.
dave