Grumpy Old Man
04-02-2012, 07:58 PM
Well, this last weekend it was time for the Mojave to blast to the Thunder Lizard Canning Club Chapter of the Old Farts Society Spring Shoot Out!
Joining us were our three new prospects (We are very loosely modeled after motorcycle enthusiasts groups). These new prospects are our own FoulBall, his brother Fishin Magician, and their friend Water Ranger. Formal inductions will take place at the Vernal Equinox shoot.
Arriving on Friday PeanutRider and I set up camp in alternate location 2, as another chapter of the Old Farts Society was in our favored location. We had dinner and toasted the passing of Peanut, PR's horse of choice. Saturday dawned as it always does in the high desert-beautifully. When Steeler led in the prospects we all introduced ourselves and set about the serious business of paying homage to our patron saint, John Moses Browning! Although Steeler is an apostate in this regard as he follow Gaston Glock, we are a tolerant group and welcomed him as our prodigal brother.
Numerous versions of EBRs (evil black rifles) were put through their paces as well as many of the interpretations of St. John's Holy Grail, the 1911.
I represented the Luddite faction with several WW II vintage rifles. I had a levergun in .35 Remington as well. Many reactive targets succumbed to cupric-plumbine toxosis inflicted by the gifts of St. John and Gaston the Heretic. These included, but were not limited to potatoes, grapefruit, and one cocoanut. The winds began gusting to a point where it was difficult to hold on target, so we ceased firing at about 1:00 p.m.
We gathered around the fire pit and chatted until the drinking lamp was lit. A wonderful potluck dinner was held featuring carne asada (FoulBall), barbecued tri-tip (PeanuRider) garlic bread and sauteed asparagus (Ol' Grumpy hisself) with water purification provided by Steeler.
Welcome to our newest Thunder Lizards, FoulBall, Fishin Magician and Water Ranger!!!:cool:
Joining us were our three new prospects (We are very loosely modeled after motorcycle enthusiasts groups). These new prospects are our own FoulBall, his brother Fishin Magician, and their friend Water Ranger. Formal inductions will take place at the Vernal Equinox shoot.
Arriving on Friday PeanutRider and I set up camp in alternate location 2, as another chapter of the Old Farts Society was in our favored location. We had dinner and toasted the passing of Peanut, PR's horse of choice. Saturday dawned as it always does in the high desert-beautifully. When Steeler led in the prospects we all introduced ourselves and set about the serious business of paying homage to our patron saint, John Moses Browning! Although Steeler is an apostate in this regard as he follow Gaston Glock, we are a tolerant group and welcomed him as our prodigal brother.
Numerous versions of EBRs (evil black rifles) were put through their paces as well as many of the interpretations of St. John's Holy Grail, the 1911.
I represented the Luddite faction with several WW II vintage rifles. I had a levergun in .35 Remington as well. Many reactive targets succumbed to cupric-plumbine toxosis inflicted by the gifts of St. John and Gaston the Heretic. These included, but were not limited to potatoes, grapefruit, and one cocoanut. The winds began gusting to a point where it was difficult to hold on target, so we ceased firing at about 1:00 p.m.
We gathered around the fire pit and chatted until the drinking lamp was lit. A wonderful potluck dinner was held featuring carne asada (FoulBall), barbecued tri-tip (PeanuRider) garlic bread and sauteed asparagus (Ol' Grumpy hisself) with water purification provided by Steeler.
Welcome to our newest Thunder Lizards, FoulBall, Fishin Magician and Water Ranger!!!:cool: