The big shoot at Friendship was Sept. 8-16, and I went looking for some adventure. A buddy runs the Running Boar range, but I found he was loaded with some medicines that kept him from being in the sun, lest he keel over. I offered to run it, and the chief range officer jumped at the offer.
It took a couple days to round up some help, but by Tuesday it was open for a few hours a day. By Friday it was open it's normal hours of 9 AM-3PM, thanks in part to some assistance from our own Muskrat Jack. I saw the national record fall to a young man, then watched it fall again a half hour later. I heaped praises on the new record holder before he left for Illinois and home. Oops! The next day his record was bested again!
I had made some signs advertising the event, and asked on them if you would be eating ham, or humble pie. Some fine shooters left with humble pie for dessert but everyone seemed to have a great time, myself included.
I'm already scheming some ideas for the shoot next June. I may have shooters call for the target by calling "soweee" instead of "pull". And I may offer a prize out of my pocket for the best pistol shooter at Running Boar. My imagination sometimes gets the best of me, but often I can harness it for interesting results.
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