Hi there, my little chicken chasers, road runners, and fellow mutants of the human race. What can I say, its been some what frenetic these past few weeks. What with the Cowboy Action practice, followed by the competition. (My cup runneth over with joy I’m in hog heaven).

First I would like to say welcome to two new shooters, that’s the “Pilgrim” who’s been a long time eager fan of Cowboy Action and has at long last committed to participating.

Next we have a new member to the club, who found us on the web site .He was seeking a club in Northern Ireland that had Cowboy Action Shooting as one of its disciplines. He goes by the alias of “Slick Vic the Irish Ranger”. At this juncture I have to say congratulations to him on winning the competition …(Smart arse Johnny come lately) only joking, yeah right!

Meanwhile back at the plot. On Saturday the 23rd of September 06 the weather forecasters, obviously hating all of mankind, had predicted rain, hail, pestilence and a plague of frogs… But guess what my little boxcar buckaroos? You’ve got it!. It was a beautiful day on the prairie full of fun and frolics.

I have to tip my rather handsome Stetson to the “Duke” for doing a very difficult job as R.O.man, did he have to put up with some stick. But being the gentleman he is he rose above all the earthly encumbrances, well-done ace!

The Preacher did an excellent job in designing the stages. Even if many of us were heard mumbling, “what was that sequence again?”

A big thank you goes to Trixie Belle, the Callico Queen for keeping score (that’s El Diablo’s Ma). She was there in her temptress outfit. And yes we managed to get a handle on the Bridgetown Rebel by putting something in his tea to calm him down.

Surprise, surprise, “Stumpy” cut a dash in his brand new cowboy hat a gift from junior I’ve been given to understand, and very fetching he looked too.

Good to see Cold Steel make it and blast every thing in sight. Hey didn’t’ Bronco Billy look sharp struttin’ his stuff.

There were two no shows. “The Lone Stranger” who was off hunting buffalo (read wife plus shopping). Also “Hawk” whose buckboard needed greasing (read car in for servicing). They sure missed a Jim-Dandy of a day.

A point of interest and a fact that since the club introduced Cowboy Action shooting, members entering competitions has gone up 250% .We must be getting something right.

So till we meet again my little saddle sores, keep your pecker up and your powder dry. But remember, keep granny of the gas stove, as she’s too old to ride the range.

Adios amigos Happy Trails

The Tombstone Kid.

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