Yesterday, Zachary, Milady and I went to Silsbee, TX for a small invitational shoot hosted by the Big Thicket Bushwhackers, a CFDA club with its home range on Camp Waluta. The camp is owned and operated by my cousin, Gentleman George and his wife, Texas Rose.
Shooters from several clubs attended the match, and we met old friends and greeted new friends. It was a 6-round match, which means that everyone shoots 6 matches and at the end of the firing, the match director picks the shooters with the most wins in every category and names them for a shootoff. Which brings us to the ladies. One in particular, Plain Jane, who shot the match clean yesterday.
Next, the youth. It's one thing to shoot against someone my own age, with my aged reflexes. However, when you're shooting against teenage reflexes, especially with kids who have been shooting for several years, it's something else entirely.
Our own grandson, Zachary, (who was certified as a level 3 shooter yesterday), beat his grandpaw handily. He also went against one of the arguably fastest shooters in Texas yesterday. This guy is named Part Time, and he's fast as a rattlesnake and has been playing this game for many years. Zach wasn't as fast, but Zach was putting them on the steel yesterday, and you can't miss fast enough to win. At the end of that single match, Zach had bested Part TIme. The race doesn't always go to the fast, but to the accurate. Zach, or course, was walking on air. He had beaten his grandad, and he had beaten Part Time in a fair gunfight. For a new shooter, it doesn't get much better than that.
It was hot in the east Texas pinewoods, and as soon as the youth were through shooting, they changed into less constricting clothing. Still, there are some fast shooters among the youth, and the three best from yesterday are featured below.
The menfolk had their own category, because we're old and slow. However, the ladies and the young-uns didn't begrudge us our decrepit reflexes. So, without further ado, we'll talk about the men's division.
We had a ball shooting with friends, we learned a lot about the current practices, and at the end of the day we were thoroughly exhausted. Zach, Milady and I drove home last night, fell into bed and slept the sleep of the righteous. Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time to clean guns, get my head screwed on right, and get ready for our Family Sunday Shoot.