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Ok I only got to shoot  eot twice, I was always worried that being a slightly better than average shooter I would not compare and that being the world championship the stress level would make it less than easy going I am used to.  I don't take this game seriously! I shot winter range  4 times and it seemed that the atmosphere was kind of too serious for my taste.  I could not have been more wrong,  eot was so fun and low stress I could not have had a better time.  Great mix of  beginner and championship shooters. But so much laughter and helping each other out. 

Sad that they had to move the last founders ranch eot.  Phoenix is a lot closer (2 hour drive) 

 

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Here's a sad story for those who want to shed a tear.  The year was 2006. My late wife ,Miss Ann, loved Founder's Ranch and we had stayed there a number of time when there was not a match there. 

With the 40th anniversary of EOT I thought it might be entertaining to share some EOT adventures. I’ll get it started and add some more later on but don’t be afraid to tell us yours.   My fi

First year at FR was 2005. Belle and I were married there. I had a little monkey on my back and was wearing a 16 pound bowling ball attached to my leg with a logging chain. It'll be 16 years this Apri

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On 2/5/2021 at 11:53 AM, Singin' Sue 71615 said:

Hey!!!

No flies at my table!!!

And I pampered you pretty darn good when you got sick!!! Had a fun night watching A Cook, A Ranger and A Hole In The Sky!!!

I think we had 8 for movie night and company!!!

The flies were in Norco.  It was in the middle of the Land O Lakes dairy farm.  Hence the manure berms.  Was fun tho

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6 hours ago, Matthew Duncan said:

Why shouldn't he pay?  He leased the property for an event and came to spectate. 

No he didn’t come to spectate, he was a main match shooter. It was my mistake for sending him over to paid parking.

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3 hours ago, Singin' Sue 71615 said:

Wait..."finally got there"???

We were on time!!!:lol:

We always had hymns sung in chapel, and sometimes a special song was done.

Had several guests that came to EOT and preched...

Worship as it was intended!

Mo Lasses and I had our fun leading hymns...he remarked I was a true Baptist... lead the hymns like "I had a roast burning in the oven"

 

Yes, you got there on time and did a great job.   I really enjoyed it.

I was just early.   :lol:

But we Baptists do love to sing.

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Over the years the number of Waddies needed to make EOT happen steadily decreased. To fill the void SASS started using Sea Cadets from the Bataan Academy in Albuquerque. They were all in their teens and in my opinion exceptional young adults. The first morning that they were used I was manning the gate early in the morning and this old Toyota pickup pulled up with what I thought was a 12 year old kid behind the wheel. I asked him if he’d stolen his dads truck and was sitting on a couple of encyclopedias so that he could see over the wheel. No, he told me that he was 16 and that was his truck. He had his last name on his uniform and I introduced myself and asked him if he knew what he’d be doing. He didn’t know so I told him to see if they’d let him come up and help me out at the gate.

 

About an hour later here he came, parked his truck and told me that he was there to help me out. Man did we have a great time during that EOT and a few after that. That kid knew hundreds of jokes and his brother who showed up at later EOTs knew many, many more. We’d sit up there during slack times and tell jokes to each other and laugh and laugh. Even after he graduated and moved into grown up life he’d still come out and pay me a visit at the gate and then when I got back to camp he’d show up there and hang around till nearly dark. The last I heard he was a union electrician in Farmington, New Mexico helping a woman, his wife, raise a couple of kids that he adopted. 
 

The second year he was there he showed up one morning with his hand in a big bandage. I asked him what happened and he told me that he was fighting his dog for a hot dog and the dog bit his finger. I didn’t believe him but that was indeed what happened. Well in the evening after he finished up at the gate he’d go down and eat dinner and then him and the other cadets would sort and bag brass and sell it back to the shooters. This took a few hours every evening. One morning he didn’t show up up at the gate and I learned from his CO that his finger was badly infected and he was getting it debried, restitched and cleaned up. He showed up around noon, I guess and told me about his finger issues and I told him that he wasn’t going to be sorting anymore brass if I had anything to say about it. 
 

That evening I took him down to get dinner and they told him that they wanted him to clean and bag bass when he was finished eating and I told them that he wouldn’t be there and brought him back up to camp. Not long after that his CO showed up and we had a visit about what a bad idea it was for him to sort dirty brass with a finger injured and infected like that. He didn’t touch anymore brass at that EOT.

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19 hours ago, Rafe Conager SASS #56958 said:

Ok I only got to shoot  eot twice, I was always worried that being a slightly better than average shooter I would not compare and that being the world championship the stress level would make it less than easy going I am used to.  I don't take this game seriously! I shot winter range  4 times and it seemed that the atmosphere was kind of too serious for my taste.  I could not have been more wrong,  eot was so fun and low stress I could not have had a better time.  Great mix of  beginner and championship shooters. But so much laughter and helping each other out. 

Sad that they had to move the last founders ranch eot.  Phoenix is a lot closer (2 hour drive) 

 

Rafe 

Rafe, WR was always my more relaxed match!

Suggestion...when you see Posse Request, enter FUN POSSE!!! NON SERIOUS!!!

Has always worked for us.

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19 hours ago, Cheyenne Culpepper 32827 said:

The flies were in Norco.  It was in the middle of the Land O Lakes dairy farm.  Hence the manure berms.  Was fun tho

I never knew that!!!! Hmmmmm.....

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20 hours ago, Yul Lose said:

No he didn’t come to spectate, he was a main match shooter. It was my mistake for sending him over to paid parking.

I totally read that wrong.  Thank you for correcting my understanding!

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On 2/6/2021 at 2:48 PM, Cheyenne Culpepper 32827 said:

The flies were in Norco.  It was in the middle of the Land O Lakes dairy farm.  Hence the manure berms.  Was fun tho

Not to mention the bees.

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The crowd of spectators at Norco was huge, thousands of people. EOT was quite the spectacle.

The manure dust was terrible, it got into everything. Today folks have no idea of what EOT was in Norco. 

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2 hours ago, Billy Boots, # 20282 LTG-Regulator said:

Not to mention the bees.

The dairy is long gone so the fly problem is gone but the yellow jackets are just as bad.

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Fun times pre-EOT prep...

Running a golf cart to the barn for supplies, and Coyote Calhouns rides up beside me on that red four wheeler...grinning.

We slowed down, and sang Stary, Start Night...all the way:wub:

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One thing about manning the gate at EOT shooters and vendors really take good care of you. Each morning someone would drop off hot coffee and Egg McMufins on their way in,  usually multiple shooters would do that. Lots of snacks, brownies, cookies, etc. were handed out and gallons of Gatorade and it was always appreciated. I don’t know how she did it but one lady shooter would hand me a frozen popsicle on her way out. Numerous bottles of scotch came my way and I believe it was 2016 I came home with 7 bottles!!!

 

I’m not sure what the food vendor situation will be at EOT this year but in the past the vendors at the FR EOT really took care of me too. One older Mexican gentleman and his wife had a ice cream stand down in town and every afternoon he would bring up root beer floats for us up at the gate. I think one of the reasons the Sea Cadets liked helping me out up there was all of the good eats that came our way. One of my favorite food vendors was El Comadore, the lady and her daughters would come through the gate pretty early and within about an hour or so they’d have breakfast burritos or something up to us and wouldn’t let us pay them. None of the vendors would accept money from us so we made sure that when we got lunch or dinner when we went down to town we’d eat with them and they’d get our food tickets. One vendor a few years ago made mini glazed donuts and he’d bring a bunch of those up to us each morning once he got set up. The Gatling gun vendor would bring up a big pot of coffee on his munitions mule every morning and he was great to visit with too.
 

The Kiwis and Aussies always brought gifts and it was a lot of fun visiting with them. Nearly everybody that left the ranch after a day of shooting or vending would stop and ask us if we needed anything or if they could bring us anything when they came back out the next day.

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Over the years at EOT I met quite a few of the Sea Cadets and spent quite a bit of time with them up at the gate and for some reason in their spare time when their evening jobs were finished quite a few would gravitate up to the camp that Captain Cooper and I had. If we had food left over or chips and salsa or something like that they polished it off. Early on I started referring to them as Private Pyle. A few knew the reference but most didn’t. One time they assigned 4 cadets to work with me at the gate and they were all private Pyle kind of like a Who’s on first routine. 
 

One year they assigned a cadet to help me out that was all business. Trying to get a laugh out of him was tough work. SASS had a blue room spotted just across the road from our gate kiosk and every time he’d go over to use it he’d knock on the door before he opened it. When he got back I’d tell him that he didn’t have to knock on the door it was just me and him up there but he kept doing it. I tried to get somebody to bring an inflatable doll to dress up to put in there before he showed up for duty but I never got that worked out. He finally told me that the reason he did that is because he’s got 5 sisters at home and if he walked in on one of them he’d really get in trouble.

 

Most of the kids that didn’t know about the real Private Pyle wanted to know why I called them that so I cooked up a story about him being a war hero and receiving the Medal of Honor. I’d tell them to go down to Blockbuster and rent the last episode of Gomer Pyle USMC, the one where he was awarded the MOH. Not one cadet did it until this one. He showed up at the gate one morning and he was really quiet so I asked him what was bothering him and he said “You lied to me”. I asked him what about and he said “Private Pyle”.  I said “How so?” and he said “It’s all fake”. I said that it wasn’t and he said it was because he went down to Blockbuster and asked to rent the final episode of Gomer Pyle USMC and the lady at the counter didn’t know what he was talking about so she got the manager and the manager told him that there was no such thing. He said that he got home and told his dad about it and his dad went to a channel on the tv and they watched an episode. I asked him if he was going to watch more of the Gomer Pyle USMC episodes and he said yes, that he thought it was a good show.

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On 2/7/2021 at 2:02 PM, Billy Boots, # 20282 LTG-Regulator said:

Not to mention the bees.

 

On 2/7/2021 at 4:57 PM, Yul Lose said:

The dairy is long gone so the fly problem is gone but the yellow jackets are just as bad.

I went to GFB Jersey Lily twice and only got stung once.:o

 

I remember that BT Blade had a contraption to suck the stinger out and IROT had some Scotch that almost made it worthwhile. Not the sting; but, drinking Scotch. You see, I'm not a Scotch drinker.;)

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2 hours ago, Yul Lose said:

Over the years at EOT I met quite a few of the Sea Cadets and spent quite a bit of time with them up at the gate and for some reason in their spare time when their evening jobs were finished quite a few would gravitate up to the camp that Captain Cooper and I had. If we had food left over or chips and salsa or something like that they polished it off. Early on I started referring to them as Private Pyle. A few knew the reference but most didn’t. One time they assigned 4 cadets to work with me at the gate and they were all private Pyle kind of like a Who’s on first routine. 
 

One year they assigned a cadet to help me out that was all business. Trying to get a laugh out of him was tough work. SASS had a blue room spotted just across the road from our gate kiosk and every time he’d go over to use it he’d knock on the door before he opened it. When he got back I’d tell him that he didn’t have to knock on the door it was just me and him up there but he kept doing it. I tried to get somebody to bring an inflatable doll to dress up to put in there before he showed up for duty but I never got that worked out. He finally told me that the reason he did that is because he’s got 5 sisters at home and if he walked in on one of them he’d really get in trouble.

 

Most of the kids that didn’t know about the real Private Pyle wanted to know why I called them that so I cooked up a story about him being a war hero and receiving the Medal of Honor. I’d tell them to go down to Blockbuster and rent the last episode of Gomer Pyle USMC, the one where he was awarded the MOH. Not one cadet did it until this one. He showed up at the gate one morning and he was really quiet so I asked him what was bothering him and he said “You lied to me”. I asked him what about and he said “Private Pyle”.  I said “How so?” and he said “It’s all fake”. I said that it wasn’t and he said it was because he went down to Blockbuster and asked to rent the final episode of Gomer Pyle USMC and the lady at the counter didn’t know what he was talking about so she got the manager and the manager told him that there was no such thing. He said that he got home and told his dad about it and his dad went to a channel on the tv and they watched an episode. I asked him if he was going to watch more of the Gomer Pyle USMC episodes and he said yes, that he thought it was a good show.

You never asked me. There was your mistake!!! I would've had a manequin dressed in my best Hootchie gear in that blue room!!!:lol:

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On 2/5/2021 at 3:51 PM, Billy Boots, # 20282 LTG-Regulator said:

YL,

You remember the year in CA, 2003 I believe, that the fellow from Washington state, I think, drove in as most had left or leaving.  He had taken off work and ready for EOT, problem was he was a week late.  True story.....and I was the one to break the news to him, although I bet with lack of RVs there he was getting a funny feeling inside.

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  That was my pard and one of my oldest friends, who I still harass about it to this day.  He's all signed up for this years EOT, just got off the phone with him.  He's a retired school principle, so whatcha expect!  He was so excited about that trip that he drove straight thru to Norco, about 13 hours.  After you broke the news to him, he drove all the way back, straight thru again!

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7 minutes ago, Mudflat Mike, SASS #20904 said:

  That was my pard and one of my oldest friends, who I still harass about it to this day.  He's all signed up for this years EOT, just got off the phone with him.  He's a retired school principle, so whatcha expect!  He was so excited about that trip that he drove straight thru to Norco, about 13 hours.  After you broke the news to him, he drove all the way back, straight thru again!

Guess he could have stayed and helped the crew take down all that chain link fence.    As I remember, they had already started the process.  Your pard did seem to take the whole think pretty good.

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Here's another story......

I believe the year was 2002, maybe 2003.  I wanted to fly a Texas flag on our fairly new Holiday Rambler motor home while parked at EOT so on the way out to CA I learned there was a Walmart in Gainesville, TX that had them.  Less than three hours in the two day trip I pulled in and bought the flag to fly on a nice flag pole that had been donated to us by another pair of SASS members, Deaf Laws and Aimless Annie.  On the way out of parking lot I did not negotiate properly around a big "decorative" boulder.  Yep, caved in the side of motor home.  I went back into store and bought tools to make a crude repair so we could continue the trip.  Besides all our gear, we were carrying a load of guns and gear for other Dooley Gang members who were flying out.  Fortunately nothing was damaged other that a lower bay door and small area around it. 

 

Well, I would like to end story saying journey continued without incident but that was not the case. The next day, almost there, not far out of Norco I noticed transmission acting strange when pulling away from stop light.   When finally parked at EOT we obviously had a problem so Allison was contacted and some basic tests were done and suggestion to just let it set for the time then see what happens later.  We managed to enjoy match and all the fellowship with friends until the time came to say goodbye and travel back to Northeast Texas.  We made it out onto I-10 and maybe 20 miles east when at 1000 Palms most every red  light in dash board lit up.  Struggling onto a ramp between a Flying J on one side of Interstate and a casino on other we came to a most definite stop.  I called 911 and a local police officer came to offer assistance, although I noticed heavy traffic did not pay much attention to him either.  With officers help we were able to get a very large wreaker on the scene.  The big Peterbilt latched us up (an experience in itself) and towed us up over I-10 and set us down at the Flying J telling us he would be back the next morning.  Next morning wanting to get further east I somewhat "pleaded" for repair in the direction.  Nope, west we went to San Bernardino where there was a very big Allison dealership.  Mechanic went directly to back of motor home pulled dip stick from motor and immediately said we had radiator fluid mixed in transmission fluid, separator had been faulty.   We were guest of Monaco/HR for several days although I really had the blues wanting and needing  to get home and back to work.  Dealership got a new transmission fairly quickly thanks to Ontario airport being near, installed, and us on road again by Thursday.  I still remember looking at MH in repair bay with damaged compartment showing as I wondered about safety of all those guns.

 

At least the rest of trip home was pleasant with no mishaps to mine or the rest of the gangs guns.

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Well, there was this time, 2021 as I recall, when SASS decided to do all of the registration on line.  My son told me I needed a Window Computer.  I sat there all morning and nothing happened.  Anybody know what I did wrong? :rolleyes::P:lol:

 

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Oh.  Don’t start a new med right beforehand.  Few years ago I had to start bp meds.  Started it just before driving to eot.  Warm up day I looked and felt sooo bad they sat me in a cart and called the nurse.   She thought it was altitude sickness.  I didn’t take my pill one day and felt better.  Took it again and wham.  Quit taking it and felt great.  Got a new med once I got home

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3 hours ago, Billy Boots, # 20282 LTG-Regulator said:

Here's another story......

I believe the year was 2002, maybe 2003.  I wanted to fly a Texas flag on our fairly new Holiday Rambler motor home while parked at EOT so on the way out to CA I learned there was a Walmart in Gainesville, TX that had them.  Less than three hours in the two day trip I pulled in and bought the flag to fly on a nice flag pole that had been donated to us by another pair of SASS members, Deaf Laws and Aimless Annie.  On the way out of parking lot I did not negotiate properly around a big "decorative" boulder.  Yep, caved in the side of motor home.  I went back into store and bought tools to make a crude repair so we could continue the trip.  Besides all our gear, we were carrying a load of guns and gear for other Dooley Gang members who were flying out.  Fortunately nothing was damaged other that a lower bay door and small area around it. 

 

Well, I would like to end story saying journey continued without incident but that was not the case. The next day, almost there, not far out of Norco I noticed transmission acting strange when pulling away from stop light.   When finally parked at EOT we obviously had a problem so Allison was contacted and some basic tests were done and suggestion to just let it set for the time then see what happens later.  We managed to enjoy match and all the fellowship with friends until the time came to say goodbye and travel back to Northeast Texas.  We made it out onto I-10 and maybe 20 miles east when at 1000 Palms most every red  light in dash board lit up.  Struggling onto a ramp between a Flying J on one side of Interstate and a casino on other we came to a most definite stop.  I called 911 and a local police officer came to offer assistance, although I noticed heavy traffic did not pay much attention to him either.  With officers help we were able to get a very large wreaker on the scene.  The big Peterbilt latched us up (an experience in itself) and towed us up over I-10 and set us down at the Flying J telling us he would be back the next morning.  Next morning wanting to get further east I somewhat "pleaded" for repair in the direction.  Nope, west we went to San Bernardino where there was a very big Allison dealership.  Mechanic went directly to back of motor home pulled dip stick from motor and immediately said we had radiator fluid mixed in transmission fluid, separator had been faulty.   We were guest of Monaco/HR for several days although I really had the blues wanting and needing  to get home and back to work.  Dealership got a new transmission fairly quickly thanks to Ontario airport being near, installed, and us on road again by Thursday.  I still remember looking at MH in repair bay with damaged compartment showing as I wondered about safety of all those guns.

 

At least the rest of trip home was pleasant with no mishaps to mine or the rest of the gangs guns.

EOT calmed down a little over the last few years without the Dooley Gang caravan that used to rock the ranch. Their MCing of the awards and other events was first class and night life at their camp was unforgettable. I’m surprised no one has came up with some EOT Dooley Gang stories.

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1 hour ago, Yul Lose said:

EOT calmed down a little over the last few years without the Dooley Gang caravan that used to rock the ranch. Their MCing of the awards and other events was first class and night life at their camp was unforgettable. I’m surprised no one has came up with some EOT Dooley Gang stories.

I don't think anyone can remember any...uhm, er....wants to share those!!!:wub:

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For most of my years as a Waddie at EOT Captain Cooper was my boss because he was the parking ramrod. He doesn’t live that far from me in real life and for many EOTs we’d caravan out together, him towing his 1958 Silver Streak trailer and me in my diesel pusher motorhome and we camped together once we got there. For the days leading up to the main match days he wanted me up at the gate to greet early arrives at 7:00am and on side match and main match days he wanted me up there at 5:30am so that meant a 4:30 roll out time. Watching the sun rise up there on the hill was always special to me. Even in June at 5:30 in the morning it was chilly and I wore my buffalo robe coat many mornings and would take it off around 8:00 or so, I was cozy. 
 

Since we got up pretty early on those four days getting a good nights sleep was essential. My motorhome was pretty well insulated noise wise and I’d wear earplugs once the Dooley party started and I slept well, Captain Cooper on the other hand not so much. His Silver Streak trailer had single thickness walls and since he’d bought it from a ex motorcycle gang leader it had a few bullet holes in it. He had patched the holes on the outside by riveting aluminum plate over the holes, on the inside you could still see the holes. Since it was very poorly insulated he heard a lot of stuff that I didn’t. I remember one night the Dooley party was really going and I believe it was around 11:30 I got up to use the facilities and looked out the window and it looked like a ghost of Buffalo Bill Cody in pajamas walking through camp.

 

Captain Cooper looked a lot like Buffalo Bill and he really dressed period correct and has won numerous costume contest and is very active in rendezvous and reenacting. Well when I saw him in his maroon PJ’s that had, I believe little sheep all over them out there in his fuzzy slippers I knew something was up. Sure enough he was on his way over to the Dooley Gang compound to talk to TBone about shutting down the party. The next morning I asked him about it and sure enough that’s what he did. The Dooley gang were great about it and TBone gave Captain Cooper one of his BIG belt buckles and some purple  sleeve garters. If I remember correctly Captain Cooper was an attendee at the next nights party. Those were some good times.

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2 hours ago, Yul Lose said:

For most of my years as a Waddie at EOT Captain Cooper was my boss because he was the parking ramrod. He doesn’t live that far from me in real life and for many EOTs we’d caravan out together, him towing his 1958 Silver Streak trailer and me in my diesel pusher motorhome and we camped together once we got there. For the days leading up to the main match days he wanted me up at the gate to greet early arrives at 7:00am and on side match and main match days he wanted me up there at 5:30am so that meant a 4:30 roll out time. Watching the sun rise up there on the hill was always special to me. Even in June at 5:30 in the morning it was chilly and I wore my buffalo robe coat many mornings and would take it off around 8:00 or so, I was cozy. 
 

Since we got up pretty early on those four days getting a good nights sleep was essential. My motorhome was pretty well insulated noise wise and I’d wear earplugs once the Dooley party started and I slept well, Captain Cooper on the other hand not so much. His Silver Streak trailer had single thickness walls and since he’d bought it from a ex motorcycle gang leader it had a few bullet holes in it. He had patched the holes on the outside by riveting aluminum plate over the holes, on the inside you could still see the holes. Since it was very poorly insulated he heard a lot of stuff that I didn’t. I remember one night the Dooley party was really going and I believe it was around 11:30 I got up to use the facilities and looked out the window and it looked like a ghost of Buffalo Bill Cody in pajamas walking through camp.

 

Captain Cooper looked a lot like Buffalo Bill and he really dressed period correct and has won numerous costume contest and is very active in rendezvous and reenacting. Well when I saw him in his maroon PJ’s that had, I believe little sheep all over them out there in his fuzzy slippers I knew something was up. Sure enough he was on his way over to the Dooley Gang compound to talk to TBone about shutting down the party. The next morning I asked him about it and sure enough that’s what he did. The Dooley gang were great about it and TBone gave Captain Cooper one of his BIG belt buckles and some purple  sleeve garters. If I remember correctly Captain Cooper was an attendee at the next nights party. Those were some good times.

Always enjoyed hearing Coop's grandson play taps each night.

Always knew when it was his bed time!

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Two stories:  #1 - My second EOT, my first entry shooting "Black Powder", which back in the day meant a cap and ball revolver and BP as your propellant in all firearms.  So... they'd allowed us to charge our weapons at our pleasure, cap at the loading table, quite like it is now.  Myself, wife and son borrowed my brothers tent trailer and camped down at Coto de Caza.  So, the stage was a few minutes off, and I was at camp loading my cylinder when my son interrupted me...   Some emergency in his 8 year old world.  Anyway, after solving whatever it was, I proceeded to head to the loading table.  Waited in line and finally got to load... watched several shooters complete the stage, and wondered if the little round balls in my .36 1851 would be enough to take down the "indian" heads, several folks with 158 grain .38 Specials left them standing... My turn came up and as the buzzer sounded, I drew the pistol and carefully aiming at the very top edge of each indian, I watched my wonder wads impact right within an inch of the top... every target... to no effect whatsoever!  

 

#2 - a year later... this time the rules for EOT required all firearms to be loaded at the loading table.  There were "professional" range officers in charge of timing, loading and unloading table.  1st day, 1st stage.  I lined up early at the loading table so I could start the process to load my 1851.  So... I unholstered my revolver and set it on the table, took out my powder flask, bag of balls, wonder wads, straight line capper and arranged them on the table to begin charging the cylinder.  I picked up the revolver by the barrel and set it down barrel up with the grip set firmly on the table.  This big arm and hand came over my shoulder and slammed my revolver down on the table as this very angry voice loudly told me that barrels had to be pointed DOWN to load.  I slowly turned, looked up at this guy and said I'd do that... as soon as he could explain how I could pour my powder UP into my chambers.  He looked at my 1851, me, the powder flask, back at the gun... and said, "... if you'd show me how you load that, I have a feeling you know more about that than I do."  

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On 2/7/2021 at 10:11 AM, Assassin said:

There was the golf cart on the dance floor incident in 1998.

Was that the same gentleman who was the lone picketer at gate a few years later?

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As a spectator thinking shooters like China Camp in ‘96 was the craziest fast competitor that nobody could touch - neat guy! First time I saw him shoot. Remember Coyote Calhoun telling me that it’s all in practice practice practice, but there is much more to SASS than the competition aspect of the game. He was right. If it wasn’t for Jennifer, Hipshot’s daughter, probably would have never been introduced to SASS. 
 

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1 hour ago, Billy Boots, # 20282 LTG-Regulator said:

Was that the same gentleman who was the lone picketer at gate a few years later?

Vithouvori (sp) Kid, or perhaps Ben Avery. Same guy, he was a great shooter.

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1 minute ago, Assassin said:

Vithouvori (sp) Kid, or perhaps Ben Avery. Same guy, he was a great shooter.

Thought so. I believe somewhere in a few years there was even another alias.   Kid Starrett maybe?

Yes he was a great shooter.

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1 minute ago, Billy Boots, # 20282 LTG-Regulator said:

Thought so. I believe somewhere in a few years there was even another alias.   Kid Starrett maybe?

Yes he was a great shooter.

Yep, Kid Starrett then Ben Avery. Steve Thornton was always entertaining. U.S. Grant told myself, Notorius, and Steve we'd had too much to drink. Neither one of us had drank a drop. We were just sitting at the WR Friday night banquet telling jokes, enjoying our fish sticks, one of the worst dinners ever. Then, on the other hand the General had already had several drinks. 

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