Terry had nine shooters. This is our loading bench protecting us from snow, heavy at times. Bryan is holding the .54 Kit Carson Hawken I built.
Kyme shooting under cover. The flintlocks gave a lot of trouble due to wet priming.
Neill Fields with a brass barreled rifle he built.
Carney shooting a right handed flintlock.
Skunk. He and I tied, I think.
Terry. A sombrero to keep the snow out of your pan!
Lynn.
Randy.
Herb. One of two caplocks, and they gave trouble, too. My oval Ted Cash primer wouldn't feed the caps. I dropped three in the snow and picked them up and put them on with my fingers.
Some targets were hidden in the snow.
Only two of us hit the little shamrocks.
The Pot of Gold- but green! A slant pipe under my hand.
The plug and a lonesome leprechaun.
Of six leprechauns dancing in the wind, only two of us hit one.
The trick was to wait for the wind to lay!
I hit the hanger in the barrel and the tube at bottom left. Had a good day. Terry said I won, but Skunk may have tied me. I think rather than have a shoot-off, she just went alphabetical!
I took back my own blanket prize of Guinness Draft Stout, deluxe mixed nuts and Irish Cheddar cheese. Terry had a fine meal of corned beef and cabbage. A good time was had by all!
