We don't get many out-of-state visitors to the HP matches so everyone was pleased that CB and his wife came down from Missouri for a pre-nationals tune-up. Schooled us pretty good, they did, but they're nice folks so we didn't mind that CB won both matches.
A friend who shoots smallbore wanted to try but spurned the offer of my Rem 788 .30-30 "trainer." Damned if he didn't shoot 15 (seven pigs) with a full-length Swedish Mauser, a Burris 3x9 and military ammo!
The rain held off 'til it was time to pick up the targets and then started to pour. I hauled all the targets out to the road so they'd go right into the trailer, wondering why I wasn't getting any help. We're talking downpour and me in my new "2nd Place, Coonass Team Shoot" t-shirt. At the moment I stacked the last chicken on the end of the rail, the truck arrived and the rain stopped! Just like that. "Can you boys take it from here?" I asked. "Yep," says Hugh. "Go do something about yourself."
I love this sport.