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I had lot of work that I had been putting off and since I decided not to go to Blacksburg, I left the burbs aboyt 2:00 am. Got to the farm and around daylight, had to run a Dominion Power crew off that wanted to go clear a right-of-way. Yeah, right, a week before bow season.
After that I went to Victoria OC'ing to drum up people for the Oct. Protest.
A usual, no issues.
I wanted to stop at the range on the way back to the farm.
I belong to one of the nicest gun clubs I've ever seen. It has a fantastic rifle and pistol range, archery range, club house with banquet facilities, 100 unit campground facilities with water, sewer and electric (They host the NRA Nationals) and an unbelievable skeet range with over 20 towers.
It's 3 miles from the farm and during the week, no one uses it. There is a live in grounds keeper who is a character from Maine and he gets along really well with all the members. The members range from dirt poor folks like me, to some very wealthy people like the one you are about to meet.
After I got through blowing big holes in paper, I drove by the skeet range where the caretaker and one of the rich people were having a contest. The member must be in his late seventies and is so crippled up, he can hardly stand,,,much less walk. He sure can shoot though.
Whatever shotgun he uses, it is stunning, just beautiful. Anyway, they can electronically throw the birds from any station with a remote that can trigger any tower, so they were just going from station to station and having a ball.
Since the member can hardly walk, he use the shotgun like a walking stick and short steps. The Caretaker yelled out in his New England accent, "You eveh see someone with a seven thousand dolla cane befurh".
I got out to watch. Man can that guy shoot. He never misses.
I had lot of work that I had been putting off and since I decided not to go to Blacksburg, I left the burbs aboyt 2:00 am. Got to the farm and around daylight, had to run a Dominion Power crew off that wanted to go clear a right-of-way. Yeah, right, a week before bow season.
After that I went to Victoria OC'ing to drum up people for the Oct. Protest.
A usual, no issues.
I wanted to stop at the range on the way back to the farm.
I belong to one of the nicest gun clubs I've ever seen. It has a fantastic rifle and pistol range, archery range, club house with banquet facilities, 100 unit campground facilities with water, sewer and electric (They host the NRA Nationals) and an unbelievable skeet range with over 20 towers.
It's 3 miles from the farm and during the week, no one uses it. There is a live in grounds keeper who is a character from Maine and he gets along really well with all the members. The members range from dirt poor folks like me, to some very wealthy people like the one you are about to meet.
After I got through blowing big holes in paper, I drove by the skeet range where the caretaker and one of the rich people were having a contest. The member must be in his late seventies and is so crippled up, he can hardly stand,,,much less walk. He sure can shoot though.
Whatever shotgun he uses, it is stunning, just beautiful. Anyway, they can electronically throw the birds from any station with a remote that can trigger any tower, so they were just going from station to station and having a ball.
Since the member can hardly walk, he use the shotgun like a walking stick and short steps. The Caretaker yelled out in his New England accent, "You eveh see someone with a seven thousand dolla cane befurh".
I got out to watch. Man can that guy shoot. He never misses.
