So I headed out on a cold foggy morning to see what trouble I could find on this day. I did not have to go very far before I passed by the Manteca Sportsman club which is just a few miles from my home and on one of my usual routes.
And they were having a Rendezvous which is French for ‘a bunch of old guys freezing their buns off.’ But since I was on a motorcycle, and was in no position to question their sanity on this very cold and wet morning, I pulled in to say hi to the other crazies. They were a likable enough bunch. I am still not all that sure about the one with the coyote on his head. .
Bob and His grand-daughter were out burning a little black power on this cold morning. Some little girls would do anything to spend some time with their Grandpa. Actually I think she was having a better time then grandpa was having.
And Bob would not let me get away without taking a shot. Loading one of these things it quite a production. But I let them do that. Ready, aim and with the sound of a cannon the .45 ball was on its way to the target, which I hit dead center. One point! I did now want to ruin my beginners luck so I quit.