Jim had his New Year's shoot the 31st. I think there were 11 shooters and 17 targets, which were orange-painted steel targets cleverly placed out in the brush to be partly hidden. But some of us killed them all anyway. Here are Carney, Lynn, Mark, George, Harry, Carole and Neill.
Jean sizing up the shot, Carl spotting.
The target is in the tall juniper in the center and it may be the dreaded crescent moon hanging from the tree. It usually swung upon being hit and presented the next shooter with a very slim crescent profile. I think Jean killed it anyway.
Terry probably hit it too. These gals are good. I think there were 3 left-handed shooters.
George hit it.
Jean and Carney. Carney is also left handed, both shoot flintlocks.
Jim Goodman, whose .54 flinter lets you know a hit was made.
Lynn's little .40, which Neill made, always helps her get a good score.
Neill trying to find the other two targets across the canyon. There is a tall "bugler" at the right edge of the bare cliff, blonde in color and life size. But the next one is a hostile crouching in the brush, very hard to see, and the third is a mercenary soldier also crouched in the brush. The range is "over 100 yards". I think Carole and Lynn both hit all three with their little .40's, which go kinda "tink", but when my .54 Bridger hit it with 50 grains of Goex 3F, there is no mistaking the "clank". I hit all 17 targets, but maybe someone else did, too. It was very informal, no paper score kept.
Harry Harpoon and Jim Goodman at Jim's cabin. My .54 Bridger Hawken in front.
Inside, Neill, Carl and Carole.
Check your guns at the door.
Inside Jim and Marjorie's home.
