Journal of a Gypsy Cowboy

formerly Curt's Fulltime RV Journal

August 2007

email humor:

Texans in Hell

Gabriel went to the Lord and said, 'I have  to talk to you. We have some Texans up here who are causing  problems... They're swinging on the Pearly Gates, my  horn is missing, and they are wearing T-shirts instead of their  robes; there's barbecue sauce and picante sauce all over everything,  especially their T-shirts; their dogs are riding in the chariots and  chasing the sheep; they are wearing baseball caps and cowboy hats  instead of their halos. They refuse to keep the stairway to Heaven  clean, and their boots are marking and scuffing up the  halls of Wisdom. There are watermelon seeds and tortilla chip crumbs  all over the place. Some of them are walking around with just  one wing; and they insist on bringing their horses with  them.'

The Lord said, 'Texans are Texans, Gabriel. Heaven is  home to all of
my children. If you want to know about real problems,  call the Devil.'

So Gabriel calls the Devil who answers the  phone and says, 'Hello---hold on a minute.' When he returns  to the phone the Devil
says, 'O.K., I'm back. What can I do  for you? '

Gabriel replied, 'I just want to know what kinds of  problems you are having down there with the Texans.'
The Devil said, 'Hold on again. I need to check on something.' After about 5 minutes the Devil returned to the phone  and said. 'I'm back. Now what was the question?'

Gabriel said, 'What kind of problems are you having down  there with the Texans?'

The Devil said, 'Man, I don't believe  this...hold on.' This time the Devil was gone 15 minutes and  when he returns he says, 'I'm sorry Gabriel, I can't talk  right now. Red Adair has put out the fire and Brown and Root  is installing air conditioning.'


1. It's important to have a woman who  helps at home, who cooks from time to time, cleans, and has a  job.

2. It's important to have a woman who can make you  laugh.

3. It's important to have a woman who you can trust and who  doesn't lie to you.

4. It's important to have a woman who is good  in bed and who likes to be with you.

5. It's very, very important  that these four women do not know each  other.

Smoking and Drinking

The lady was a Southern Baptist who attended services and taught Sunday School every week.  On one Sunday, an out of town distinguished looking gentleman, was in the pew right behind her.  He noted what a fine looking woman she was, and while the ushers were taking up the collection, the man leaned forward and said, "Excuse me, young lady about you and I having
dinner on Tuesday?"
    "Why yes, that would be nice," the lady responded.
    Well!! The gentleman couldn't believe his luck!  So on the next Tuesday he picked the beautiful young lady up and took her to the finest restaurant in that part of South Carolina.
    When they sat down, the gentleman looked over at her and suggested, "Would you like a cocktail before dinner?"
  "Oh Goodness Gracious, no!" said our circumspect fine example of Southern womanhood, "What ever would I tell my Sunday School class?"
    Hmmm! Our gentleman was set back a bit, so he didn't say much, until after dinner when he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and asked, "Would you like an after-dinner cigarette?"
    "Oh my goodness no!!" said the woman.  "I couldn't face my Sunday School class if I did!!"
    Well, our boy felt pretty low after that, so they left, got in his car ....and as he was driving the lady home, they passed the local Holiday Inn. He'd been morally rebuffed twice already, so he figured he had nothing to lose he ventured forth
with, "Ahhh .....Mmmm would you like to stop at this motel?"
    "Sure, that would be nice," she said in anticipation.
    Hoo-Boy!! The gentleman couldn't believe his ears, and he did a fast u-turn right then and there, and drove back to the motel and checked in.
    The next morning, after a wild night, the gentleman awoke first.  He looked over at the lovely Dixie darling lying there in the bed .....and with remorse he thought, "What have I done?  
    He shook her awake and pleaded, "I've got to ask you one thing .....whatever are you going to tell your Sunday School class next week?"
    The lady smiled contentedly and said, "The same thing I always tell them.
    ....You don't have to smoke and drink to have a good time!!"

August 30, 2007


The fun part was backing the rig out of the parking place. Dented the exhaust when I jackknifed the trailer. The Redhead was outside with hand held CB giving directions. Her directions consisted of silence until she heard a crunch. Then she would scream "STOP!" in the radio.

But other than that we got it out and the ML loaded. The front air suspension needs the attention of a technician. It's all the way down. This made loading it fun as the driver's door won't go through the escape door. Fortunately I've lost a lot of weight and can get through a 4" wide space.

But we didn't get off on time, and we wasted time at a Love's that charged too much for diesel and didn't have the advertised propane. Little 1 lb. propane tanks does not count. So we got to Ft. Parker after 6. We were able to get Sarah, the nice lady who runs it, back to help us get the monster into the RV parking through a gate 4' wide. 30 amps, water, no sewer. But we're in, and the satellite TV and internet work. The Margaritas work

Life is good.

August 27-29, 2007

Monday through Wednesday

Practiced a couple or three hours every morning until the heat was too much even with the fans going. The first three stages are under a roof, and there are big fans along the way to keep things cool.

I don't understand. It's hot in Texas in August. It must be this global warming. I grew up in Texas. I don't remember it being so hot. Why, we didn't even have air conditioning when I was growing up in Texas City. . Must have been balmy summers.

Each afternoon I reloaded in the air conditioned shop, shotgun still being a problem. I got a wad stuck in the final crimp stage of the reloader. I have no idea how. I had to remove the final crimp die, not an easy task. Then I had to get it readjusted when I put it back in.

Not many problems with the 650, though, doing .38s almost to spec. speedwise.

Wednesday afternoon cleaned all of the guns (6 revolvers, 2 long guns) in preparation for moving to Fort Parker. After I finished, The Redhead came back from the Post Office with, among other things, the ultrasonic cleaner I ordered from Harbor Freight for cleaning percussion cylinders. Naturally.

August 26, 2007


Badlands has, at each stage, a large LCD display of the shooter's time. Why more clubs don't have this I don't know. EOT should definitely have some.

T-Bone and Nuttin Graceful gave a few of us an impromptu class, having noted the things we were doing wrong. "Cap'n, at least you're pointing the gun in the general direction of downrange..."

Very useful. A couple of days of that would help. That, 30,000 rounds of supervised practice, 40 years of age removed, and the eyes I had before they went bad.

August 25, 2007


Shot the Badlands Bar 3 match. They have 3 stages with a tin roof over the shooters' area. Three fans cool the area. The targets were very old and beat up, but they worked. Some of the rifle targets would turn sideways if hit off center. I was on the posse with most of the hotshots. Nearly everyone was in the 20 second range. Very humbling. I'm not. They had 2 stages at each location, making it possible for us to stay "indoors" for the entire match. It was cloudy and cooler than it should be in August.

Lunch was included. Good club.

August 24, 2007


Practiced a little at Badlands. Other campers started showing up during the day. Jack Houston asked me to load some .38s for him, smokeless, and he arrived at 7 pm.

August 23, 2007


Back to Texas. Badlands Bar 3 this weekend. I believe I can make a match every weekend between now and the end of October.

August 22, 2007


The National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum has changed its name since we were last there, and it's changed some exhibits, but it's still criminally underlit. For some reason they want you literally in the dark for all of the important exhibits. Most of the museum houses western art, or just art. Methinks the curators need new jobs involving manual labor, and new curators who care about cowboys and western heritage need to be hired.

I don't know why the old west town, Prosperity Junction, is in the dark. I don't know why the displays of cowboy clothing and accoutrements are in the dark. I don't know why the signs explaining various items are placed 3 feet behind glass and are fine print. I do know I was very frustrated very quickly. Each gun had a sign, but the readable print indicated, for example, that the 1851 Navy above was a "Muzzle Loading Firearm." If you could read the fine print, you learned it was a 1851 Navy, fifth variation, made from 1855 throught1873. Whatever else it said was in 8 point agate type and behind 3 feet of glass. Hmm, I've loaded a few, but never from the muzzle. Apparently "Percussion" isn't in the curator's lexicon.

Oh, yes, photography was banned in 1/4 of the museum, and flash photography in all of the areas in the dark.

But the Reuben sandwiches in the lunchroom were delicious.

For some pictures taken at great risk at the museum go here


We found two of the basic building blocks of civilization that have been unavailable in the hinterlands: Blue Bell Ice Cream, and Mrs. Baird's Bread. How the rest of humanity survives without these basics eludes me. I suppose they just don't know what they're missing.

August 21, 2007


Drove to Oklahoma City. In an RV all the sources say it's quicker to take I40 to OKC, then south to our undisclosed location than to take US 281 and stop and go a lot. So we're stopping for a day to go to the National Cowboy Museum.

The $265 bus wash

The bus and trailer desperately needed a bath. Unfortunately we saw a truck wash on our way to Oklahoma City and stopped. Big mistake. The "No Touch" automated wash (a) didn't clean the bus or the trailer, and (b) took out the right front wheel and tire on the trailer. The truck tire shop nearby, which claimed to have nothing to do with the truck wash, sold us a wheel and tire for $210 and mounted same on the spare, putting the spare on the ground.

Add that to the lessons learned--EXPENSIVE lessons learned.

August 20, 2007


Tex and Cat Ballou took us on a tour of their new home just north of the freeway from Founders Ranch. NICE! Beautiful Santa Fe style, nestled in 2 acres with lots of small trees. Antiqued wood, antique brass fittings, reloading room, large 3 car garage, vault, all of the things shooters want except a range in the back yard, lovely kitchen and an outdoor kitchen. The Redhead said she'd only use the indoor one in inclement weather.

Then we went to Amarillo and stayed at the Amarillo RV Ranch. We like the place--big RV site, no trees to block the satellites, and limo service to the Big Texan Steakhouse. Because the waitress spilled a glass of wine and splashed some on The Redhead and in my 2nd Margarita, I got a third Margarita, and The Redhead got a Big Texan Steakhouse T-shirt. Add Chicken Fried Steak to the things they do well. Used a coupon for free Strawberry Shortcake for 6.

August 15, 2007


August 14, 2007


We took the ML to the Albuquerque Mercedes dealer. This is probably a very profitable dealer. First of all, the store was designed by Mercedes-Benz USA, to their template. The one I worked at was probably the ugliest Mercedes store in the US. It was obvious that the Albuquerque store signed on to all of Mercedes programs. The service advisor had a desk and an office and did everything from write-up to acting as cashier. The waiting room was comfortable. The coffee was drinkable. The store is on a freeway access road. Cost of the B Service was the same as where I worked, meaning they weren't overcharging (well, at least any more than Mercedes-Benz USA prescribes. Maintenance is profitable. Repairs often aren't.) They had all of the parts needed. The ML had the SRS light on, a problem I'd seen just before I left, a particular wiring harness. They had the part. They also had a oil filler cap gasket needed for a campaign to replace the standard one because it allowed oil seepage. The tire pressure monitor needed reprogramming, and the Airmatic suspension had a minor air leak. They had it finished on time. It was washed, but the windshield was no cleaner than our guy did it. Hint for dealers and car washes. The customer looks through the windshield. You can't cut corners there.)

August 13, 2007


Left Whittington. Couldn't call ahead until we got cell coverage. Called Aloha RV, the Newmar dealer in Albuquerque and was told they could work on it if we got there by 3. The MB dealer will work on the ML tomorrow, but no loaner car. (SRS light on).

The Newmar dealer fixed the headlights, but the foglight doesn't use a replaceable bulb and has to come from the factory.

Went to Founders Ranch. We got to park right in front of the SASS building. Pecos Clyde backed it into the parking place for me. He made it look easy. Level spot. Everything works.

Tex and Cat dropped by with their cat Kareem, a big Himalayan who took over the place. Arthur was not happy. Much hissing and growling.

Pictures later.

August 12, 2007


More reloading. This time .38 Special. I was using up the last of my Federal small pistol primers. I was having problems with the primers just not going in once fired Winchester cases and some once fired Starline cases. I would put these cases aside and trash the primer But it made for slow progress. Then one of the primers went bang, taking the entire column in the tube, 40-50 primers. I cleaned up and got out the spare small pistol priming system and switched to the Winchester small pistol primers I had bought when I couldn't find Federals. 2 hours and 900 rounds later I ran out of cases. None of these primers gave me any problem.

This is the third time with Federals in 10 years, vs. zero times with Winchester since 1982. If you hear I'm using Federal Primers again, and any other brands are available, you might start using an umbrella when you walk around outside to protect you from the swine excrement falling from the sky.

Met 2 CAS shooters who had been here for the Black Powder Cartridge Rifle match and staying for the cowboy lever gun silhouette match. One invited me to an annual match in Hot Springs on Labor Day weekend. Went to their website. They have their limit (100 shooters) and "are not accepting any more applications." Oh well.

August 11, 2007


Reloaded shotshells. I'd beaten the left arm up pretty badly yesterday when setting up targets, and it was in no shape to shoot. Reloading is mostly a right handed operation.

August 10, 2007


More glorious practice. Love it. Next time I'll have my steel targets back and a couple more. Pounding stakes into the ground to hold up targets was hard on the left arm, which has tendon problems in good times.

This place is BIG. It's 2 miles from the front gate to the big rig RV Park (they have a bunch of different RV Parks from primitive to big rigs.) Then it's another couple of miles to the IPSC ranges.

I shot early in the morning, finishing by noon. Getting way behind in the shop. Lots of brass and hulls to do now.

Went to Raton and got a replacement tire. This one had been cut on the sidewall. It was made in China. The replacement was made in Thailand. Apparently trailer tires are no longer made in first world countries. I would have bought a brand I've actually heard of if I could have found one.

August 9, 2007


Practiced early at one of the IPSC bays. When we checked in yesterday they told us I could check out plates. I did. When I got to the IPSC bays the plate racks were at the target shed and not moveable by one person. I found some plates that had been discarded outside of the target shed and made do with them.

Shot 300 rounds of old .45 Colt ammo and 75 rounds of shotgun. Felt good--exhausting but good.

Took The Redhead to Trinidad, Colorado to find a Safeway and replenish. But that Safeway doesn't have Margarita salt

August 8, 2007


We realized that as the Wal-Mart parking lot filled up, our ability to exit diminished. So we got out early. I called Camping World to see if they could work on the headlight problem. It acted like a relay, but I couldn't find one. They couldn't and recommended me to "Auto Tech." So we went there. The parking lot was big enough for the ML, but not the 65' rig. The Redhead was still in the ML. We decided to go on to Raton. Cripple Creek was permanently off the list of places to gamble. Too unlucky. She needed fuel desperately and told me to go on. We met at a rest area and put the ML back in the trailer.

We went to Whittington Center. They gave us a 80' site that was in the capabilities of the leveling and had full hookups.

Our RV Spot at Whittington Center

That night we went to dinner at The Ice House Restaurant. We toasted Doc Holiday there and again at the bus over Margaritas (The Ice House only had beer and wine, but the country fried steak was divine, and the New York Strip was outstanding. Additionally all of the waitresses were cute redheads.

August 7, 2007


Doc Holiday's Curse:

It started when I realized that there was still a photo from the last session in the camera. When they're downloaded into the computer, they're deleted from the camera. But the counter said 150 photos left instead of 151.

It was a picture of me beside Doc Holiday's grave marker.

Doc Holiday and me

Why hadn't it downloaded and erased?

My theory is Doc's ghost went into the computer and was going to torture me until we drank the toast to him that Billy Dixon had told me to do when I visited the grave. I'd forgotten to take a Margarita on the 1 mile vertical climb! Now I was going to pay.

The Redhead had had it with Canyon Lake RV Park. I neglected to take any pictures. I had planned to just before we left. The roads through it were twisty, tight, and overgrown with trees from some haunted forest. In the various RV sites were old, decrepit RVs that couldn't be made to run if Noah's flood was coming. Most of the owners were working in the natural gas wells that are all over the area.

One of the more permanent guests had a 30' x 15' dog pen with several very touchy mastiffs.

I wasn't sure I wanted to be seen taking pictures.

We headed for Cripple Creek and the casinos. Stupid me, I believed the lady at the Cripple Creek KOZ that the route she recommended (and Mapquest) was reasonable. It began to rain. The road, when we left I-70, was very twisty and climbed over 10,000 ft. We went through Leadville!

We came upon a motorcycle accident. The male driver was limping. The female passenger was lying on her back in great pain. Someone else had phone service, and emergency responders were called. An EMT who stopped checked her out. She had on a helmet and protective clothing, so if she didn't have spinal cord injuries, everything else was recoverable.

We missed one turn when the Garmin and Co-Pilot gave conflicting instructions. It turns out Garmin had the Cripple Creek KOA in Cañon City. This cost us another hour.

We arrived at the KOA in plenty of time, however--except...

The KOA looked like a Fire Support Base in Vietnam after a firefight. It was on the side of a hill, and they must've spent at least $3 in grading and "paving." Much of the road network was washed away, leaving ruts and streams running across the road.

When I make reservations at an RV Park the first thing I do is describe our rig--65 ft. overall length, 40 ft. coach, 25 ft. trailer (technically it's a 20' trailer, but it's 25' long.) I explain that I need a space at least that long.

The rig stuck out at both ends. The "manager" insisted that his spaces were 65' long. This is true if a foot is 10 inches long. I could make comments, but...

So he insisted we separate the trailer, and he would be really generous and let us put the trailer in a separate space at no extra charge.

It began to pour. We had to take the ML out of the trailer before separation, of course. It continued to pour. Then we disconnected the trailer. I noticed the space it was in listed to starboard about 20 degrees.

He put us in another space and left us. We punched the leveling button, and the system told us the slope exceeded its capabilities. So I used the 2" x 8" x 24" blocks under the left side tires and tried to re-level. Then three out of four legs could level before the red light came on.

I trudged down to the office. The "Manager" directed me to another site. Since nearly all of the sites were empty, I figured it was the least he could do.

Re-read the parts about attempts to level again.

I trudged back to the office. The "Manager" was now about as polite as a drill sergeant. To make the long story short, I got my money back, but now we had no place to stay. This was no loss as we couldn't stay at this benighted place. We had just gotten to trust KOAs.

First I had to get out of the place he had put us. It was on the right verge of the row, and the one way perimeter road required that I make a 15' diameter hard right turn with a 40' coach. Couldn't be done even with much backing and filling. The ditches had been washed into deepness. So i went around the wrong way and cut through some empty sites to get to the trailer. This meant backing the coach up a steep hill before angling 30 degrees to hook up. Another camper came by and offered to pull the trailer to a level spot with his pickup.

At this point the "Manager" made his most serious error. He went to The Redhead and started complaining about my going the wrong way on his washed away perimeter road.

Did I mention it had rained? Apparently this never happens in Colorado. Hence the washing away of "The highest RV Park in the World."

He realized pretty quickly that he had been dealing with Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farms and had complained to Attila the Hun. He retreated. Good thing. Bailing The Redhead out would have been one thing too many.

So now it's dark. I can't see in the dark. It's still raining. The ML isn't in the trailer. But the gentleman who helped us said there was a Wal-Mart 20 minutes away.

So I followed The Redhead in the ML for 2 hours while we looked for it. We found an ex-Wal-Mart. Garmin pointed out several more. The Redhead turned me right onto a narrow road, and a tire on the trailer set off the alarm on the Pressure Pro. Zero PSI. Yep. Flat.

The next 2 Wal-Marts in Garmin proved to be phantoms. We finally found a parking lot and changed the tire.

When we went to leave I had no headlights and one fog light. The Redhead led me to a Wal-Mart. It was nearly 2 AM.

The protocol at Wal-Mart is to find the customer service department and ask to stay the night. Customer service was closed. Other RVs were bedded down.

The protocol is also to not put out slides or put down the leveling jacks. Unfortunately this meant we couldn't use the bedroom or access our clothes. It was about 55 degrees, and we had dressed in 90 degree weather. The Redhead was wearing her robe over shorts and T-Shirts. I was just cold.

So we dropped the jacks and put out the slides.

August 6, 2007


Back to Glenwood Springs for a ride up the mountain and a tour of the caverns. Good, not great. We had been sticking around because we had mail forwarded to the Rifle Post Office, and we had put cleaning in the Rifle Cleaners.

While driving to Rifle a representative of the only RV Park in the Phoenix area that was less than an hour from Cowtown and had pull through spaces big enough for Camp Baylor and Shop Baylor called back with rates. They sounded great, and I was ready to give her a deposit and tell her we'd be there from November 1 to March 31. Then she told me they'd put us in a 20 x 50 back-in space. She explained that they only rented the good spaces at daily and weekly rates so they could gouge people with big rigs. Actually she didn't quite put it that way. But that's what she meant. It seems a greedy corporation, no doubt with Chinese and Iranian investors, owns that park and most of the other good ones in the area, and they want to make as much money as possible to send to Iran to fund more IEDs.

This caused The Redhead to decide we don't need to move to Arizona for the winter.

Too bad. They had a wood shop.

So we decided to bum around Texas for the winter. I called T-Bone Dooley and begged to be allowed to enter Comin' Atcha this year instead of shooting in Bordertown the same weekend. I'd like to shoot at Bordertown, but that would mean a trip to AZ. Right now, AZ is off the list. We'll recover in time to go to Winter Range.

T-Bone said sure, but I had to promise to say nice things about the Badlands Bar 3 and Comin'Atcha in the Cowboy Chronicle column.

For those of you reading this for RV Stuff, the Badlands Bar 3 is in beautiful English, Texas (Red River County). There are 3 English, Texas. The range has several RV spaces with electricity and water. We can park there, and I can practice. It's 2 hours from casinos in Louisiana, so The Redhead's happy.

Sidebar story:

Billy Dixon had told me I had to go to a gun shop in Rifle. The owner was seriously neat, and I had to meet him. So, while The Redhead was doing laundry and waiting for the cleaners, I walked into the shop. He was, like a lot of gun shop owners, holding court to an audience of gun shop commandos.

We had just gotten a month's worth of mail, and I'd gotten a royalty check I wasn't expecting. There in his shop sat a really nice Shiloh Sharps with MVA sights. I saw it while waiting for the owner to shut up and ask if he could help me. He never did. Sale lost.

August 5, 2007


Glenwood Springs has a great scam going. They have signs pointing to Doc Holiday's grave. You see them and follow them, finally parking next to a sign that tells you that this is the path. Bring water. You begin the climb up a rocky trail. They tell you the climb is less than a mile, but when you finish, you're at 10,000 feet at the old Glenwood Springs cemetery. You climb DOWN a way, following signs saying "Doc Holiday's Grave" with arrows. Then you get to a fancy gravestone that's fenced in, with a Doc Holiday plaque next to it. The fine print on the plaque tells you they have no idea where Doc Holiday was buried. The records were lost , stolen, or destroyed.


August 4, 2007


Had breakfast at the IHOP in Grand Junction. Then drove the Scenic Byway.

'This 55-mile route will take you over the world’s largest flat-topped mountain, a place the Ute Indians call "Thunder Mountain." This hidden oasis of meadows, forests and over 200 lakes is a sharp contrast to the desert below. Marvel at spectacular vistas of the majestic San Juan Mountains, barren Mancos Shale formations, the Uncompahgre Plateau, five wilderness areas, rich agricultural valleys and abundant wildlife. Take Exit 49 off 1-70 and follow Highway 65 the length of the byway to Cedaredge.'

The navigation on the ML at the Ranger Station at Grande Mesa, showing the altitude and a nice view of the lake below

The ML on the Scenic Byway

The ML on the Scenic Byway

Wagon at Pioneer Museum

The Pioneer Museum at Cedaredge was just the sort of neat little museum that we seldom could stop at on vacation. Here a pattern for a guncart is displayed.

Hat and gun in the marshal's office

The Marshal's office had a hat, gunbelt, and pistol on the wall. I'm a sucker for old hats.

Marshal's Office

The Marshal's Office

A wedding suit and hat in the museum

A wedding suit on display at the museum. Was it a SASS Wedding?

SASS hat on display

This perfect SASS hat was on display. That's a Montana Pinch style. Mildly distressed. Hatmakers charge extra for that.

Artie Fly, your new camera is ready

Artie Fly, your new camera is ready.

Major Ned Prentiss's new gun cart

Major Ned Prentiss, your new gun cart is ready.

Gone With The Wind in dolls

Even the doll display was interesting. The Confederate uniform got my attention, of course. Melanie and Ashley from Gone with the Wind

August 3, 2007


Spent the morning mapping out where and when we'll be until November. Changed a lot of plans. Then we went to Grand Junction. Nice drive. Got reloading supplies and RV supplies.

Dinner with Billy and Georgina at Sammy's in Rifle. Really good food and company.

August 2, 2007


Went sightseeing with Billy Dixon. He drove us to Marble, Co. A very old marble quarry with quite a history was there. Had lunch at the Redstone Inn, very nice place.

Marble, Colorado

Bridge at the quarry


The Redhead at the Marble Quarry

Only the fearless can get to the quarry

Billy Dixon and me at the quarry

Billy and I climb up a block in order to read the sign

August 1, 2007


Finally got to practice. Billy Dixon met me at the Rifle Sportsman's Club. The plan was for me to join the club so I could practice at will. But when I got here Billy told me I had to be voted in at a membership meeting--2nd Wednesday of the month.

That leaves me only able to use the facilities when Billy or someone else can go with me.

But the facility is a good one. He took me to a bay with a plate rack, and we put up 4 targets. Shot 200 rounds of pistol/rifle, 50 of shotgun. Since I'm using up "practice" ammunition, I stopped shooting the shotgun when the shoulder told me to. Not my current load. More than is needed for CAS.

Tried shooting the plates with the rifle. Great speed exercise. Pretty much working lever as fast as I could, 5 targets in 3-5 seconds with rifle starting on a hay bale. Holy Terror could, no doubt, do it in 2.

I was shooting .45 ammo up. I don't really want to carry around 5,000 rounds of .45 ammo forever. Wouldn't be a problem if I could practice daily for a while.

45 minute drive each way, very hot by the end of the session. Pretty tired by the time the guns were cleaned. At least I could run the AC in the trailer by hooking it up to the 20 amp plug.