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Volume 2, Issue No. 8 August 2004THE QUICK, THE ACCURATE AND THE CHEERFUL!
Competition is part of the cowboy shooting game, and some of us are more competitive than others. For example, in the last year or so, both Ocoee Red and Marshal Too Tall have really improved their shooting. Ocoee Red was overheard talking about a call he received from Too Tall a week or so ago. Both had shot with the Knoxville cowboys on their home range, and Too Tall beat Ocoee Red. When he got home, he called Red and said that maybe he (Red) was getting old & should give up cowboy shooting and take up shuffleboard. That’s vicious.
1st in the long range class.
How’d the match shooting go? Well, Diamondback Dennis narrowly edged out Cruel Hand Luke as Top Gun. Festus placed in the Top 10 shooters for the 1st time, placing 8th. Of course he cheated to achieve this accomplishment. He has changed his alias, and he shot under a new name, Festus D. Deputy. (He used to be Festus Dirt Dobber.) And Bittercreek Jack and Tennessee Jake shot in a new class for the 1st time in August: they joined the seniors.
Out on the Range - The Neon Kid & The Senora
L – R: the Rev. Adam Jones, Summer Dove, Horseshoe John, Rawhide Rex, Whiskey River Nelson & Mesquite Millie.
IMAGINE …. You’re a cowboy target. 1 Friday each month, Linc comes to your bedroom, scrapes away the spider webs, chases away the wasps, and wakes you up. Then he grabs you by the hat, takes you outside, sticks a bolt through your head, and hangs you up in the sun. Later, Horseshoe John comes along, jiggles you a little, moves you a few inches, and then they all go away. It gets boring, so you do what you do best; sleep.
Next morning, a lot of noise wakes you up. You hear someone yell something about Tabasco JOT doing something to his side and striking a match? Then, it gets quite again, and you doze off for another little nap. Suddenly, something whams you in the chest. You wake up and see a wildly dressed human woman in a big hat pointing something at you. Standing beside her, with a wild shirt and a big grin and a bigger hat is a little feller, not much bigger that you, saying, “Shoot the 1 on the left 1st.” Then wham something hits you again. Some old feller in a white shirt with a cross around his neck says, “This is fun.” But you’re thinking, “Come down here and see how much fun it is”. Well, maybe that ain’t what a target thinks. Maybe he has fun too.
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