Kells County Regulators
May 2006
Hi there Pilgrims, on a glorious sunny day in the heart of Kells countryside we returned once again to that thrilling era of yesteryear. Enjoying a fun filled feast of fantasy and frolics. Yes my little Prairie Pioneers, on the 6th of May the M bar M spread held its fourth Cowboy Action Shoot. These affairs are being enjoyed by an ever-growing band of Pistoleeros who really get into the spirit of the event.
This much-heralded 6 stage Cowboy Action Shoot proved to be an absolute winner. It had something for everyone, whether it was bursting through a door and letting fly with a scattergun at multiple targets or stabbing a knife into a mock hand and demanding that the fictitious villain gave you back your gold. Or if that’s not to your liking why not open up on a moving target that’s not surrendered to your demands? Or shuck some shells in your lever action from the back of a wooden horse named Buttercup. The pressure on all participants was fast and furious but a whole darn heap of fun enjoyed by all and sundry.
At this juncture I would like to pause and say a big thank you to “The Duke” for ramroding (R.Oing) the whole show with all the problems this entailed. Not only did he work hard all day but also I have since found out the poor soul never got a bite to eat or anything to drink all day long, plus he had to work out the scores. Mind you he did get a nice tan! He was however ably assisted by the “Bridgetown Rebel” who had acquired a handsome new Buscadero rig (flash git). Also on hand to help was “Ringo” sharp shootin’ smooth talkin’ country boy (power hungry I might add). Today Kells tomorrow the world (now where have I heard that before).
On the fashion front my little sarsaparilla sauce pots, a lot of thought, effort and mucho Pesos had gone into the outfits of our Pistoleeros. The “Preacher” looked resplendent in his “Clint Eastwood Pale Rider outfit” which included a dog collar, waistcoat, black jacket, and a half top hat, strapped around his waist a .44 black powder cannon. Meanwhile “Poncho Dave” wore said colourful poncho and also sported a black powder hogleg. Between the two of them they created an awful lot of smoke as well as fun. “Hawk” our authentic western aficionado had forked out almost a $1000 on his outfit, his ensemble included knee length cavalry boots, period correct shirt, braces, and a sharp black suit. (Hey dude I’m not in your class).
Now for my female fashion fans, a touch of glamour arrived in our midst in the shape of pistol packing “Calamity Karen” attired in a two-piece denim number. Add to this a waistcoat in a tapestry pattern all topped off with a cavalry slouch hat and pointy toe cowboy boots, all very fetching. Plus it made a few of us realise we were still alive.
By the end of the smoke and lead filled day every owlhoot had ended in Boot Hill, the wagon train had got through, the renegades had been chased back to the reservation. It was time to put the toys back in the toy box and climb the wooden hill to the land of Nod. By the end of it all I was well and truly creamed crackered but boy was it fun! In closing I would just like say that the entire day had been videoed by our own C.S.Fly.
Till we meet again amigos may the good lord take a liking to you …but not too soon.Happy trails,
The Tombstone Kid.