Sure. I could show you a picture of Mike and his gun with his fancy 49 from Week Five. Or a picture of John, using his bank of 49. Nice shooting, boys. They call them "Top Guns" for a reason.
Sure. I could tell you how hot it was this week. I could tell you about Mike's request for an oxygen mask, because it was so thick that you just couldn't breathe. True story.
Sure. I could update you on the first half team scoreboard — that the UCB retain a five bird lead over the entire club with just one week to go.
Sure. I could share my frustrations about this enticing, frustrating mistress called "trap." Of being stuck in the 40-42 average. Of the lonely path of the journeyman shooter on a team of true gunners.
And sure. I could tell you how much fun it is, to get out and put 50 shells through a 12-gauge each week. The cleansing nature of gunpowder and the word, "pull."
But instead, how about a photo of a can of PBR. A toast to the United Claybusters of America on this fine Tuesday. A cold beer on a hot eve. And a celebration of clay busting as it was meant to be.
2 comments:
Question: Did somebody drink the beer, in the can, pictured? Or was it just a prop?
TK
Also, I couldn't help but notice that your can of PBR has a good view of the shooting field...
Does PBR always watch or did you just set it there for the photo?
Seriously - what's the deal?
TK
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