December 2003

Sunday--December 28

Another great day for shooting brought 10 cowboys out even though there was snow on the ground. Drifter again showed up but didn't stay for the fun. I took a number of pictures to place on the web sight but they got lost in that great digital hunting ground in the sky. O well. I will try again next shoot. Four stages were shoot

I reluctantly am posting the scores. It appears that I had the best score again (as in the last shoot.) I can already hear some of you cowboys saying that lightning doesn't strike twice in the same spot but the scores were added twice. Thank you Drifter for not staying around to shoot. I also want to thank Hoss Face. He was ahead after 3 stages but lost it on the 4th stage with 8 misses

The weather may of effected the scores since everyone had lots of misses. Only Cap'n Crump and Marshall DJ shoot the 2nd stage clean with the 9 misses being the most misses.

The scores have been posted.. Also a new feature has been added- Doc Bandit

Sent in by Cap'n Crump

The Holy Gospel According to John (Moses Browning)

1. In the beginning was the 1911, and the 1911 was the pistol, and it
was good. And behold the Lord said, thou shalt not muck with my disciple
John's design for it is good and it worketh. For John made the 1911, and lo
all of his weapons, from the designs which I, the Lord, gave him upon the
mountain.

2. And shouldst thou muck with it and hang all manner of foul implements
upon it, and profane its internal parts, thou shalt surely have
malfunctions, and in the midst of battle thou shalt surely come to harm.

3. And as the ages passed men in their ignorance and arrogance didst
forget the word of the Lord and began to profane the 1911. The tribe of
the gamesman did place recoil spring guides and extended slide releases upon
the 1911 and their metal smiths didst tighten the tolerances and alter parts
to their liking, their clearness of mind being clouded by lust.

4. Their artisans did hang all manner of foul implements upon the 1911
and did so alter it that it became impractical to purchase. For lo, the
artisans didst charge a great tax upon the purchasers of the 1911 so
that the lowly field worker could not afford one. And the profaning of
the internal parts didst render it unworkable when the dust of the land
fell upon it.

5. And lo, they didst install adjustable sights, which are an abomination
unto the Lord. For they doth break and loose their zero when thou dost need
true aim. And those who have done so will be slain in great numbers by their
enemies in the great battle.

6. And it came to pass that the Lord didst see the abomination wrought
by man and didst cause, as he hadwarned, fearful malfunction to come
upon the abominations and upon the artisans who thought they could do no
wrong.

7. Seeing the malfunctions and the confusion of men the lord of the
underworld did see an opportunity to further ensnare man and didst bring
forth pistols made of plastic, whose form was such that they looked and felt
like a brick, yet the eyes of man being clouded, they were consumed by the
plastic pistol and did buy vast quantities of them.

8. And being a deceitful spirit the lord of the underworld did make these
plastic pistols unamenable to the artisans of earth and they were unable to
muck much with the design, and lo these pistols did function.

9. And the evil one also brought forth pistols in which the trigger didst
both cock and fire them and which require a "dingus" to make them
appear safe.

10. But man being stupid did not understand these new pistols and did
proceed to shoot themselves with the plastic pistol, and with the trigger
cocking pistols for lo their manual of arms required great intelligence
which man had long since forsaken. Yet man continue to gloat over these new
pistols blaming evil forces for the negligent discharges which they
themselves had committed.

11. And when man had been totally ensnared with plastic pistol, the lord of
the underworld didst cause a plague of the terrible Ka-BOOM to
descend upon man and the plastic pistols delivered their retribution upon
men. And there was a great wailing and gnashing of teeth in the land.

12. Then seeing that the eyes of man were slowly being opened and that man
was truly sorrowful for his sinful misdeeds, the Lord did send his
messengers in the form of artisans who did hear and obey the teachings
of the prophet and who didst restore the profaned 1911s to their proper
configuration, and lo, to the amazement of men they didst begin to work as
the prophet had intended.

13. And the men of the land didst drive out the charlatans and profaners
from the land, and there was joy and peace in the land, except for the
evil sprits which tried occasionally to prey on the men and women of the
land and who were sent to the place of eternal damnation bythe followers of
John.

December 21

Sent in by Cap'n Crump

Well - I have been waiting for a dig to appear on the last big wimp out shoot especially after the digs I got from El Fago in the last news section.

Here is what I sent Carl after the shoot and previously harassing him about not being there:

I made one pass down our road to the county road which was not plowed.  Then I went over to a friends place and plowed him out. When I got to the range Drifter had made one trip down to it from the HICO station so I dropped my blade and plowed down the hill. Drifter, Mr. Shorty and Marshall DJ were starting to clear the range with the snow blower and 4 wheeler with a plow.

I made one pass around the range and Steve-O-Reno showed up. Then I made 2 more passes up and down the road to HICO where Red was plowing out the station and the guy next door was using a big dozer.  I made a wide 2 lane road to the range and then cleared the rest of the parking area as Doc Bandit showed up.

Now we are trying to get people off their butts to shoot and they start pieing out, something about going home to finish clearing their drives etc. SOOOO Doc, Marshall and me stay and the others leave we are in our first shoot when a New guy (Bill) shows and we shoot with him after he gets some repairs done.  Bill is moving to Sandpoint from So. Calif.

We shot 6 stages - 4 of which I did gunfighter and 5 of which my rifle screwed up - BUT I was the only one to hit the chicken!  The last 2 or 3 rounds jammed up all but once - Marshall thinks I am loading my rounds a little too short and my spring may be a little weak since it is the last 2 or 3 every time - I stretched the spring and it did not screw up.

Then Marshal let me (forced me to try his Marlin 94 stainless .44 - I hit the chicken 9 of 10 very rapidly the only reason I missed the 1 was it was swinging horizontally - it was so smooth it was incredible!  I am getting one. 

'Cap'n Crump'

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On a personal note: I do appreciate some of you cowboys going home early. It was the first time that I was #1 in the scores (and likely the last.) Of course, my scores were better since I was shooting Traditional and Marchall DJ and Cap'n Crump were shooting Dualist. Also, Cap'n Crump's rifle kept jamming. He really needs to get rid of that Winchester '94 and get a real rifle like a Marlin.

The scores have been posted. - Doc Bandit

Sunday--December 14

Mr. Shorty finally got the scores for Nov. 23 to me and they have been posted.

Sent in by El Fago

Tin Grin, Missed ya' at the Unforgiven Saloon Sunday. Attached is a pic of Waddie Bill at Full-Cock,and to think, some of us go off half-cocked.

Take for example Cap'n Crump, sometimes known as 'cap'n grump'. If it was not for his malfunctioning Winchester 1894, I could not be competitive with his shooting style. Thanks Crump!

Elfego

Recently El Fago was driving out towards Montana and came across this sign.

November 2003

SUNDAY-November 23

I have not received the scores from the shoot. Will post them when I do get them. -Doc Bandit

Sent in by El Fago

The Brush Hunter

by Lewis Billiard

1. does all his hunting before he shoots

2. won't buy a $2,400 Steyr Scout rifle

3. will buy a $240 .30-30 that does the same job

4. knows that size really does matter

5. knows that velocity really doesn't

6. thinks a softball trajectory is just fine

7. wishes Winchester had called the Model 95 chambered in .405 Winchester the Theodore Roosevelt "Big Stick" Commemorative

8. reminds everyone that the .45-70 was heralded as a flat-shooting, long range cartridge in 1873

9. reminds everyone that the .30 Winchester Center Fire was heralded as a flat-shooting, long range cartridge in 1895

10. reminds everyone that the .30-06 was heralded as a flat-shooting, long range cartridge in 1906

11. doesn't think the last hundred years or so have changed the .45-70, the .30 WCF and the .30-06 into weak sisters

12. thinks shooting at 300 meters is just fine on the Marine Corps KD range

13. would rather spend an hour stalking before the shot then twenty minutes walking after it

14. knows that "out where the ranges are long" you need to get closer

15. thinks most cartridges introduced since 1920 have been a step backwards, if not pointless

16. is willing to make an exception for the .444 Marlin and .44 Magnum

17. doesn't "get" the magnum craze

18. thinks he gets the .350 Remington

19. definitely gets the .375 Holland and Holland

20. wants to get into Cowboy Action Shooting

21. reloads his own ammunition because it's fun

22. knows Peter Paul Mauser designed a couple of pretty good rifles

23. also knows that John Moses Browning was a freakin' genius

24. understands that Uncle Elmer banged away at that elk with his revolver, way out past Fort Mudge, only because the elk was wounded and his rifle was dry.

25. fantasizes about Cape buffalo and lion

26. would love to hunt boar with a spear

27. pretends his 12 gauge side by side is a double rifle, when no one's looking

28. doesn't much like variable scopes, or any scope much above 9x

29. doesn't understand why you'd collect a gun you wouldn't take to the field

30. likes having the choice between a Marlin Guide Gun and a Winchester Timber Rifle in .444 Marlin

31. wishes Winchester would introduce a .338-06, call it the .338 Keith, and start a .270/.280-style war with Remington's .35 Whelen

32. thinks the single shot rifle is, like Obi-Wan's light saber, a more elegant weapon, from a more civilized age

33. knows the .45-70 hits harder at 100 yards than any .270

34. knows how to use a shooting sling

35. likes tang sights

36. thinks the 270 grain .375 Holland and Holland is a good "light weight, high velocity" load

37. doesn't feel especially "handicapped" or "primitive" with a muzzle loader

38. hunts with a muzzle loader during regular seasons

39. would really love an eight bore double rifle

40. thinks a hot-loaded 1886 .45-70 is a superb rifle for African game

41. is tired of gun magazine articles on shooting at game at (or past) 500 yards

42. is also tired of gun magazine articles on custom .45 ACPs that aren't single-action revolving pistols

43. wishes there were gun magazine articles on custom .45 ACPs that are single-action revolving pistols

44. has a spare .45 ACP cylinder for his .45 Colt Blackhawk

45. is glad Bill Ruger came out with the Blackhawk, the Redhawk, and super Black- and Redhawks, the Number 1, the Red Label and the 77 International

46. wishes Bill Ruger would come out with a good $500 double rifle

47. believes in complete penetration

48. trusts sectional density more than energy figures

49. wishes the standard bullet weight for each caliber was about twenty grains heavier

50. wants a power formula that includes caliber, bullet weight, bullet shape and (what the hey) velocity

51. is proud of himself when he passes up a shot he doesn't feel good about

52. sights his rifle in at the bench, and then mostly shoots from the kneeling, sitting and other field positions

53. knows its called hunting, not shooting, the same way it's called fishing, not catching

54. is pretty sure that, 100 years ago, using Krags and Winchesters, hunters lost less wounded game than hunters do today

55. thinks a Ruger 20-guage Number 1 with a rifled barrel for shooting slugs would be just keen

56. always wanted to rechamber a 16-gauge double shotgun to .45-70

57. likes putting rifled choke tubes into his side by side and shooting slug

58. knows you can't miss fast enough to bring down game

59. will admit that, if we were just being practical, we would all shoot Remington or Winchester .30-06s

60. is glad he's not entirely practical

61. thinks that a .358 Savage 99 with a 1.5-5x scope is a pretty hot rock setup

62. wishes that you could still buy a factory .358 rifle

63. wishes you could still buy a new Savage 99 with a rotary magazine, or even a Savage 99

64. wonders if Elmer Keith would pack a .44 Magnum, a .45 Colt, or a .475 Linebaugh today

65. would secretly like to have a Westley and Richards takedown .303 single shot

66. would rather buy three Rugers than pay $1400 for a new Colt

67. still finds himself thinking about the Colt

68. is proud of the fact that nostalgia plays a role in his firearms taste

69. wishes he shot a little better

70. is a member of the NRA, even if he thinks they're a bit wishy-washy

71. is secretly in awe of people who pick fights with Cape buffalo, even with a .475 Linebaugh

72. would like to have a Freedom Arms .45 Colt and a Dakota Arms .338-06, but gets along pretty good with his Super Blackhawk and .308 Ruger International

73. likes shooting guns that have been "obsolete" for about a hundred years

74. secretly thought the "Win-Tuff" laminated stocks looked pretty cool

75. would much rather finance a hundred year old H&H than a new BMW SUV (ten percent down, 0.9% financing for four years)

76. thinks that Hummers should be available all stripped down, with a winch and snorkel, without carpet or stereo, for about fifteen grand

77. knows that time has not stood still, and that today's powders, primers and brass, not to mention bullets, are the best that have ever been available

78. is enough of a sissy to wish Ruger would come out with a Number One .45-70 "Tropical" rifle

79. can justify having otherwise identical Ruger Bisleys in .45 Colt and .44 Magnum

80. really likes the Ashley Outdoors peep sights

81. is selfishly sad that Finn Aagard was called home.

82. thinks that the .270 is a good long range cartridge

83. would still like to stoke up his .45-70 with black powder and thump a big pig

84. believes that, objectively speaking, a .30 WCF Winchester or Marlin is a much more dangerous weapon than an AK-47.

85. knows that it is the man, not the tool, that is the operative and determining factor in almost all shooting

86. doesn't mind at all that Marlin copied Jim West's Co-Pilot when they brought out the Guide Gun.

87. doesn't see any real advantage to the new .450 Marlin over the .45-70 loaded stout

88. thinks the demonization of guns in modern society is a sad, sad thing

89. has a crazy mad love jones for single shot rifles

90. doesn't have any real need for a 12" barreled Winchester 92 .44-40, but is intensely annoyed that he can't buy one

91. resents being called a "slob hunter" just because he shoots a .30-30

92. for the life of him can't figure out why people didn't flock to the .358, .307 and .356 Winchesters

93. thinks the world really needs wildcats in .33-08 and 9.3x52mm (9.3-08)

94. has a good time hunting, even if he doesn't see any game

95. doesn't think much of synthetic stocks, while admitting their advantages

96. would rather put a laminated stock on his rifles than a plastic one

97. thinks the cartridge case heads inserted into the stocks on the Remington 14 and 14 ? pump rifles were pretty neat-o

98. got funny looks that time at the range when he put up a silhouette target at 100 yards and whanged away with his .45-70, pulling eight out of ten head shots from kneeling or thinks hunting the Big Five back in the days, with a single shot muzzle loading rifle, when you were a month's journey on foot away from "civilization", took an awful lot of intestinal fortitude

99. is a little bit puzzled that no one makes a modern hunting rifle as slick as a Krag

100. Knows that the best shooting accessory is practice.

SUNDAY-November 9

It was a great fall day for shooting brought out 19 cowboys and 1 cowgirl to shoot.

The scores have been posted. - Doc Bandit

Sent in by El Fago

Obituary

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend by the name of Common Sense who has been with us for many years.

No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such value lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm and that life isn't always fair.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not kids, are in charge).

His health began to rapidly deteriorate when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.

Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate, teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch, and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student only worsened his condition.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student, but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Finally, Common sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband, churches became businesses and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense finally gave up the ghost after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot, she spilled a bit in her lap, and was awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by two stepbrothers; My Rights and Ima Whiner.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

If you still know him pass this on, if not you can give him a second death.

Too true not to pass on

October 2003

SUNDAY-October 27

Even though I couldn't make it to the match, 15 cowboys did and had a great time.

The scores have been posted. - Doc Bandit

Sent in by El Fago

Well, if you have not heard yours truly got stoned Sunday morning via the kidney. Ended up at the hospital to relieve the pain from kidney stone passage. They are still on the way. So that took care of my Cowboy Shoot this afternoon. Enjoy.

Springfield 03 on patrol

October 25 Mr. Shorty called today in informed me that Sundays match will start at 10 AM. Don't forget about changing your clocks for daylight savings time. -Doc Bandit

SUNDAY-October 12

The weather turn cold and wet but 13 cowboy turned out to play however only 11 finished the six stages that were shot. A fair number of cowboys were out hunting since the season just started. I am sure they will come back with stories of great exploits.

The scores have been posted. - Doc Bandit

Sent in by El Fago

A few words from The Buffalo Harvest, "Again, at the Staked Plains (Llano Estacada) in Texas, I stood off a band of young Camanche bucks. I opened fire at long range with my .40-90 to discourage their coming too close. In three shots at a distance afterward paced by my skinners at 759 yards, I got one buck and two horses. I distinctly saw the buck topple off his pony, and we found the two horses dead."

Elfego

While riding down Ketchum way I stopped at the library there and picked up a $2.00 copy of: Life in the Saddle by Frank Collinson.

Very interesting reading even though most of the stories are from Texas. An excerpt follows.

During the buffalo hunting years eight million buffalo were killed in Texas. The number of shots averaged 5 per buffalo. A math problem: if the buffalo rifle bullets number 14 to the pound, how many pounds of lead were used to kill 8,000,000 buffalo in Texas?

Elfego

September 2003

SUNDAY-September 28

Instead of a regular shoot, all the cowboys had a work party with a lunch provided which included moose burgers. Afterwards, a few of the cowboys stayed around an did a few stages. No scores were kept.

Here are a few pictures of the fun we had.

SUNDAY-September 14

The weather was perfect of a great day of shooting for 17 cowboys along a great lunch.

Also posted are some pictures from Silverwood.

The scores have been posted. - Doc Bandit

August 2003

SUNDAY-August 24

Another great day greeted 25 cowboy as they came out to play with everyone having a great time.

The scores have been posted. - Doc Bandit

8-18-03

The scores have been posted. Only 21 scores are up since I-Be-The-Cook only completed 4 stages because he was busy preparing lunch. Thanks. - Doc Bandit

SUNDAY-August 10

Another sunny summer day brought 22 cowboys out. Six stages were shoot with lunch in the middle.

The scores will be posted when they are processed. - Doc Bandit

I have the pleasure to announce the winner of the 'Red Bullet Award'. It goes to Blue who loaded one of the bullets in his Henry rifle backward. As you can see from the photos, a fellow cowboy painted the lead bullets red so he would know which way to put them in. - Doc Bandit

July 2003

SUNDAY-July 24

Over 30 new links have been added to the links page and the scores have been posted.-Doc Bandit

SUNDAY-July 13

Summer finally arrived in North Idaho which brought out 35 cowboys out to fight the desperados. Three stages were shot followed by lunch and three more stages. Then a man-on-man to decide top cowboy. This was won by Marshell DJ.

Only 33 scores were posted since 2 cowboys didn't get complete scores. Also the category for each cowboy was not available so everyone is listed by overall time. - Doc Bandit

7-9-03 - A new feature has been added. - Doc Bandit

June 2003

SUNDAY-June 22

We had a great turn out with 24 cowboys showing up. Four stages were shot (those scores have been posted) after which lunch was served. This was followed by a two man team shoot that was won by Hoss Face and Bob Wyre. Finally a man on man was shot with Split Thumb being top cowboy.

Scores have been posted.-Doc Bandit

Sent in by Jose'

On June 8th, the Hoo Doo Valley Vigilantes (not a club, not a clique, we don’t pay dues, we just say our how-do’s) gathered at Jack Pine’s range to try out Jack Pine and Jose’s winter project.

The day started with lots of hot cowboy coffee, bear sign and claws, and sundry pastries furnished by that famous cowboy cook, Safeway, (pastries, not coffee).

The 1800’s locomotive, tender and flatcar was received with a lot of enthusiasm. Coal was not in evidence, but a half-gallon of gasoline fueled the enjoyment and a lot of laughs for the day. Engineer’s Hoo Doo Jim and Fast George kept the train running smoothly? Spotters (R.O.’s) kept track of the misses, and in a lot of cases the hits, as the cowboys fought off Indians (clangers) with 10 rifle, 10 pistol, and 2 shotgun rounds over a hundred yard coarse.

Fun was also had by all shooting long range to 200 yards with rifles and hand guns ranging from .22’s to the two big guns of the day 38-55’s. A cannon shooting golf balls provided a lot of hook and slice and a lot of words and phrases that were familiar to some and laughed about by other. A trap shoot rounded out the day and as black powder was much in evidence throughout the day, the trap shoot was especially enjoyable.

When the guns were put up snacks and beverages, knee-high boots, and fine cowboy conversation rounded out the perfect day.

6.-18-03 The date for the scores was incorrect and has been corrected. Sorry for the confusion. Doc Bandit

SUNDAY-June 8

We had two visitors from Great Fall, MT that go by Curly Sue and Praire Dog. They had a great time and hopefully they will be back. We shoot 6 stages and since we didn't have lunch we got done early. Also this was the first shoot on summer hours which are: Sign up 8:30AM and shooting starts at 9:00 AM.

New photos have been posted at Pictures 6.

Scores have been posted.-Doc Bandit

May 2003

SUNDAY-May 25

Even though we got we had a little rain on the match, 20 grown up kids came out to play cowboys. Six stages were shoot with a break for lunch provided by I-be-the-cook.

For those cowboy that are interested in the Winchester 1876, try this link.

Scores have been posted.-Doc Bandit

SUNDAY-May 11

Another perfect day for playing cowboys brought 16 out to play. Five stages were shot without a break for lunch.

Summer Hours:(Starting June 8, 2003) Sign Ups 8:30 A.M., Fun Starts at 9:00 A.M.

Scores have been posted.-Doc Bandit

New photos have been added to Picture 3 and the Links page has been updated.

Sent in by Elfago Baca

Picked up a copy of LONE STAR JUSTICE through the interlibrary loan program at the Priest River Library.

Wrote Ranger Jim Nichols, "after practicing three or four months, we became so purfect that we would run our horses half or full speede and pick up a hat, a coat, a blanket, or rope, or even a silver dollar, stand up in the saddle, throw ourselves on the side of our horses with only a foot and a hand to be seen, and shoot our pistols under the horses neck rise up, and reverse, etc."

In practice at shooting and riding Nichols continues, "We put up a post about the size of a common man and then put up another 40 yards farther on. We would run our horses full speed and discharge our rifles at the first post, draw our pistols and fire at the second. At first thare was some wild shooting but we had not practised two months until thare was not many men that would not put his balls in the center of the posts."

A few pages later in author Robert M. Utley's great book we read of Robert M. Williamson being appointed major on November 29th, 1835. "He was an expansive and eloquent character destined for distinguished military and politcal service, suffered a deformity that bent his right leg to the rear. He had fashioned a wooden leg to attach at the knee, and as 'Three-Legged Willie' he swashbuckled through Texas history.

Ride hard, shoot straight, and speak the truth,

Elfego Baca

April 2003

SUNDAY-April 27

We had another good turn out of cowboys for another great day of shooting. Six stages were shoot with no break for lunch.

Scores have been posted.-Doc Bandit

SUNDAY-April 13

With spring here, the weather turned nice with only a few rain showers, that didn't stop 20 cowboy from playing. Five stages were shot with lunch served by I Be The Cook. Everyone was happy to see Kaniksu Kid recovering from his recent illness.

Scores have been posted.-Doc Bandit

March 2003

SUNDAY- March 23

Scores are posted for March 9 and March 23.-Doc Bandit

SUNDAY- March 9

A bit of philosophy....

Duct tape is like the FORCE; it has a light and a dark side and it holds the Universe together"

A new feature by Kiniksu Kid has been posted.

Scores will be posted when Mr. Shorty get them to me.-Doc Bandit

Sent in by Elfago Baca

I was shooting 45/70's when you were chasin' grasshoppers. My first was a Ruger model 3,got a couple of deer with it, I mistakenly traded it for a 6-18x Redfield scope for my pre-64 300 winchester mdl 70. The guy had it for about 2 weeks and could not take the recoil so traded it for a 270 winchester. I did not have the cash to buy it back-ugh.

A few years later I got a Marlin 1895, the pre micro groove, straight stock one. I shot stumps with that. I 'kidded' some people that the recoil with my 1800 ft/sec 400 grainers would loosen their teeth. I sold it for a 'good' offer, picked another one with a micro-groove barrel, otherwise identical. Bad deal, my cast bullets were keyholing at 25 yards or so. Replaced that with Browning's replica of the Winchester 1886 SRC, it was like new and came with brass, bullets, and dies. Still have some of them. A heavy handy lever gun. I sold it to make a few bucks, that was the deal I made to my wife, so I could buy it. Only shot stumps with it. As luck would have it the Gun List ad produced a buyer, as I only had it for a couple of months I hardly got to use it. So at the last Sandpoint Gun Show I found another Marlin 1895 with straight grip and standard rifling, and no cross bolt safety.

And now another single shot. Maybe I can pretend I am Matthew Quigley!!! Oh yah, I have about 6 or so 45/70 bullet molds, one is a 4 cavity 350 grain light weight. We should have a 'showdown' at Jackpine's range!!

Elfego

February 2003

SUNDAY- February 23

The sky was clear ,the sun shining and a cold wind blowing, when 28 cowboys showed up to play. This was the last shoot of the winter when the Panhandle Regulators would be shooting with us. They will be back at Farragut State Park starting March 2.

New pictures have been added to Picture2

Scores have been posted for January 26, February 9 and February 23. See the score page.-Doc Bandit

Sent in by Elfago Baca

Jake From Wyoming

One day, Jake, the rancher, went to fix a distant fence.

The wind was cold and gusty and the clouds rolled gray and dense.

As he pounded the last staples in and gathered tools to go,

The temperature had fallen and the snow began to blow.

When he finally reached his pickup, he felt a heavy heart.

From the sound of that ignition, he knew it wouldn't start.

So Jake did what we all would do, had we in fact been there.

He humbly bowed his balding head and sent aloft a prayer.

As he turned the key for one last time, he softly cursed his luck.

They found him three days later, frozen stiff in that old truck.

Now Jake had been around in life and done his share of roaming.

But when he entered Heaven, he was shocked - it looked just like Wyoming!

Now of all the saints in Heaven, his favorite was St. Peter.

(Now, this line ain't needed... but it helps with rhyme and meter)

So they sat and talked a spell or two, or maybe it was three.

No one there was keeping score -- in Heaven time is free.

"I've always heard," Jake said to Pete, "that God will answer prayer,

But this one time I asked for help, well, he just plain wern't there."

"Does God just answer prayers for some, and ignore the prayers of others?

That doesn't seem exactly square -- I know all men are brothers."

"Or, does he randomly reply, without good rhyme or reason?

Maybe, it's the time of day, the weather or the season."

"Now I ain't trying to be a smarty, it's just the way I feel.

And I was wonderin', if you'd tell me --just what the heck's the deal?!"

Peter listened very patiently and after Jake was done,

There were smiles of recognition, and he said, "So, you're the one!!

"The day your truck just wouldn't start, and you sent your prayer a flying,

You gave us all a real bad time, there were hundreds of us trying."

"A thousand angels rushed, to check the status of your file,

But Jake, we hadn't heard from you, in such a long, long while."

"And though all prayers are answered, 'cause God ain't got no quota,

He didn't recognize your voice, and started a truck in Minnesota."

BETTER KEEP IN TOUCH!

SUNDAY- February 9

It looks like winter is winding down as 24 cowboy came out to play. This winter we have been happy to host the Panhandle regulators until the snow leave enough for them to shoot at Farragut State Park range.

Sent in by Elfago Baca

Firearms Refresher Course...

A. An armed man is a citizen. An unarmed man is a subject.

B. A gun in the hand is better than a cop on the phone.

C. Colt: The original point and click interface.

D. Gun control is not about guns; it's about control.

E. If guns are outlawed, can we use swords?

F. If guns cause crime, then pencils cause misspelled words.

G. Free men do not ask permission to bear arms.

H. If you don't know your rights you don't have any.

I. Those who trade liberty for security have neither.

J. The United States Constitution (c) 1791. All Rights reserved.

K. What part of "shall not be infringed" do you not understand?

L. The Second Amendment is in place in case they ignore the others.

M. 64,999,987 firearms owners killed no one yesterday.

N. Guns only have two enemies: rust and liberals.

O. Know guns, know peace and safety. No guns, no peace nor safety.

P. You don't shoot to kill; you shoot to stay alive.

Q. 911 - government sponsored Dial-a-Prayer.

R. Assault is a behavior, not a device.

S. Criminals love gun control - it makes their jobs safer.

T. If guns cause crime, then matches cause arson.

U. Only a government that is afraid of its citizens tries to control them.

V. You only have the rights you are willing to fight for.

W. Enforce the "gun control laws" we have, don't make more.

X. When you remove the people's right to bear arms, you create slaves.

Y. The American Revolution would never have happened with gun control.

Z. "...a government of the people, by the people, for the people.

January 2003

SUNDAY- January 26

Scores will be posted when Mr. Shorty get them to me.-Doc Bandit

SUNDAY- January 12

A new feature to the'News' and 'Scores' page has been added. I will start moving old news and scores, that are over 6 months old, to a new page called 'News Archive' and 'Scores Archive' . Also a new feature by Kiniksu Kid has been posted.

Winter didn't stop 13 cowboys from showing up for the first shoot of the year. Score have been posted for January 12th. See the score page.-Doc Bandit

I recently recieved the following e-mail.

"Cowboy Shooters

Happy New year to you all, and with the New Year comes a new Cowboy Action Shooting club. A new club has formed in the lower Clark Fork River valley, the Rocky Mountain Rangers.

Please join us in the establishment of a Cowboy Action Shooting Club here in the Lower Clark Fork Valley. Our 2003 goals are to construct the range, including a western town front façade, and hold monthly shoots, on the third Saturday of the month, throughout the better part of the year. Our permanent club range will be located on the 160 acre Cabinet Mountain Ranch, located on a tributary to Rock Creek, approximately five miles Northeast of the town of Noxon, Montana. We will continue to increase our membership, with membership requiring your willingness to participate in club activities and assist in monthly matches, as well as your agreement to follow all RMR safety rules.

At the very least, head up the Clark Fork and join us at our monthly shoots.

For further information contact Charlie Bull 406-827-4955, Plainsman 406-847-0093, or Jocko 406-847-0745. "

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Sent in by Elfago Baca

Thought you might be interested in a story I got from Jeff Cooper, one of my favorite writers.

At this season you may remember the response of the little boy who was asked to name the Four Seasons by his school teacher. His list was: Duck Season, Trout Season, Deer Season, and Christmas. Now there was a little boy being brought up right!

January 2003

SUNDAY- January 26

Scores will be posted when Mr. Shorty get them to me.-Doc Bandit

SUNDAY- January 12

A new feature to the'News' and 'Scores' page has been added. I will start moving old news and scores, that are over 6 months old, to a new page called 'News Archive' and 'Scores Archive' . Also a new feature by Kiniksu Kid has been posted.

Winter didn't stop 13 cowboys from showing up for the first shoot of the year. Score have been posted for January 12th. See the score page.-Doc Bandit

I recently recieved the following e-mail.

"Cowboy Shooters

Happy New year to you all, and with the New Year comes a new Cowboy Action Shooting club. A new club has formed in the lower Clark Fork River valley, the Rocky Mountain Rangers.

Please join us in the establishment of a Cowboy Action Shooting Club here in the Lower Clark Fork Valley. Our 2003 goals are to construct the range, including a western town front façade, and hold monthly shoots, on the third Saturday of the month, throughout the better part of the year. Our permanent club range will be located on the 160 acre Cabinet Mountain Ranch, located on a tributary to Rock Creek, approximately five miles Northeast of the town of Noxon, Montana. We will continue to increase our membership, with membership requiring your willingness to participate in club activities and assist in monthly matches, as well as your agreement to follow all RMR safety rules.

At the very least, head up the Clark Fork and join us at our monthly shoots.

For further information contact Charlie Bull 406-827-4955, Plainsman 406-847-0093, or Jocko 406-847-0745. "

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Sent in by Elfago Baca

Thought you might be interested in a story I got from Jeff Cooper, one of my favorite writers.

At this season you may remember the response of the little boy who was asked to name the Four Seasons by his school teacher. His list was: Duck Season, Trout Season, Deer Season, and Christmas. Now there was a little boy being brought up right!

December 2002

SUNDAY- December 22

Even though it was only 3 days before Christmas, 15 want-to-be cowboys came out to have fun. Mr. Shorty treated us to moose burgers and beans even though I Be The Cook showed up. Five stages were shot and everyone had a great time.

Score have been posted. The top 2 cowboys were Hoss Face and Stretch. The cowboys with the fewest misses were Marshal DJ at 2 and Hoss Face with 5. The honors for most misses go to Doc Bandit at 30 and Kaniksu Kid at 36. See the score page.-Doc Bandit

SUNDAY- December 8

The day started with with 18 cowboys showing up to fight the bad guys. For the winter months, the Panhandle Regulators will be shooting with us until Farragut State Park is open.

Score have been posted for November 24th and December 8th. See the score page.-Doc Bandit

Sent in by Jose' - Poem by Jack Pine

The Saddle Tramp’s Christmas
By L.H. Klawitter, alias Jack Pine

Saw the lite in yore cabin window
As I came ridin’ up the draw.
Tho’t I’d just stop and say ‘Howdy’,
Boy, that wind is gittin’ raw.
Sure, I’ll step down. Thanks for askin’.
I’ll just stay a minute or two.
Maybe a fork full of hay for my horse here,
And may a cup of yore brew.
Is that beef hangin’ there on yore meat pole?
Yes, a steak, it would taste good.
Just tell me where the pile is and
I’ll go pack in some wood,
Your cabin is shore nice and cozy,
And them biskits and meat hit the spot.
Did you say there was still come coffee
On the stove there, in the pot?
Yes, I smoke, when I got the makin’s.
Say, thanks, don’t mind if I do.
A pull on yore jug? Why thanks a lot.
That’s mighty kind of you.
Say, I’m feelin’ kinda dreary,
And the moon is outa sight.
Would you mind if I pulled my boots off
And stretched out here for the nite?
Gee, I slept just like a baby,
And them spuds and beans was great.
That was the finest breakfast
That I think I ever ate.
Well, it looks like the wind has died some,
And thanks again for the chuck.
So, if you will excuse me,
I’ll go out and saddle Buck.
Well, I guess I best get goin’;
Do you know what day this is?
You say that this is Christmas?
Well, I’ll be durned! Gee whiz!
You know, I had some good ones,
Back when I was just a lad.
But since I left my home, my friend,
It’s the best one that I’ve had.
Merry Christmas

Sent in by Elfago Baca

Bandit, I thought you might be intereted in an interview I had I 'few' years ago. - Elfego

"I never wanted to kill anybody," Elfego Baca told me, "but if a man had it in his mind to kill me, I made it my business to get him first."

Elfego Baca belongs to the six-shooter epoch of American history. Those were the days when hard-shooting Texas cowboys invaded the territory of New Mexico, driving their herds of longhorns over the sheep ranges of the New Mexicans, for whom they had little liking or respect. Differences were settled quickly, with few words and a gun. Those were the days of Billy the Kid, with whom Elfego, at the age of seventeen, made a tour of the gambling joints in Old Albuquerque. In the words of Kyle Crichton, who wrote Elfego Baca's biography, the life of Elfego Baca makes Billy the Kid look like a piker." Harvey Ferguson calls him "a knight-errant from the romantic point of view if ever the six-shooter West produced one.

And yet Mr. Baca is not a man who lives in his past.

"I wonder what I can tell you," he said when I asked him for pioneer stories. "I don't remember so much about those things now. Why don't you read the book Mr. Crichton wrote about me?"

He searched about his desk and brought out two newspaper clippings of letters he had written recently to the Albuquerque Journal an local politics. The newspaper had deleted two of the more outspoken paragraphs. Mr. Baca was annoyed.

I tried to draw Mr. Baca away from present day polities to stories of his unusual past, but he does not talk readily about himself, although he seemed anxious to help me. Elfego Baca is a kindly courteous gentleman who is concerned to see that his visitor has the coolest spot in the room.

He brought out books and articles that had been written about him, but he did not seem inclined to reminiscing and answered my questions briefly. "Crichton tells about that in his book" or "Yes, I knew Billy the Kid."

Finally I asked him at random if he knew anything about the famous old Manzano Gang which I had frequently seen mentioned in connection with Torrance County. He replied that he broke up that gang when he was Sheriff of Socorro County.

"There were ten of them," he said, "and I got nine. The only reason I didn't get the other one was that he got over the border and was shot before I got to him. They used to go to a place near Belen and empty the freight cars of grain and one thing and another. Finally they killed a man at La Jolla. Contreros was his name. A very rich man with lots of money in his house, all gold. I got them for that. They were all convicted and sent to the Pen."

Mr. Baca settled back in his chair and made some remark about the late Senator Cutting whose photograph stood on his desk.

I persisted about the Manzano Gang. "I wish you'd tell me more about that gang. How you got them, and the whole story."

"Well," he said, "after that man Contreros was shot, they called me up at my office in Socorro and told me that he was dying. I promised to get the murderers in forty-eight hours. That was my rule. Never any longer than forty-eight hours."

Mr. Baca suspected certain men, but when a telephone call to Albuquerque established the fact that they had been in that city at the time of the killing, his next thought was of the Manzano Gang.

Accompanied by two men, he started out on horseback in the direction of La Jolla.

Just as the sun was rising; they came to the ranch of Lazaro Cordova. They rode into the stable and found Cordova's son-in-law, Prancasio Saiz already busy with his horse.

"Good morning," said Elfego, "what are you doing with your horse so early in the morning?"

Saiz replied that he was merely brushing him down a little.

Mr. Baca walked over and placed his hand on the saddle. It was wet inside. The saddle blanket was steaming. He looked more closely at the horse. At first sight it had appeared to be a pinto, white with brown spots. Mr. Baca thought he remembered that Saiz rode a white horse.

"What happened to that horse?" he asked.

The man replied that the boys had had the horse out the day before and had painted the spots on him with a kind of berry that makes reddish-brown spots. "Just for a joke," he added.

"Where's your father-in-law?" asked Mr. Baca.

Saiz said that his father-in-law had gone the day before to a fiesta at La Jolla and had not returned.

"I understand you're a pretty good shot," said Sheriff Baca. "You'd better come along, and help me round up some men I'm after for the killing of Contreros in La Jolla."

Saiz said that he had work to do on the ranch, but at the insistence of Mr. Baca, he saddled his horse and rode out with the three men.

"About as far as from here to the station," went on Mr. Baca, "was a graveyard where the gang was supposed to camp out. I rode over to it and found where they had lunched the day before. There were sardine cans and cracker boxes and one thing and another. Then I found where one of them had had a call to nature. I told one of my men to put it in a can. Saiz didn't know about this, and in a little while he went over behind some mesquite bushes and had a call to nature. After he came back I sent my man over, and by God it was the same stuff -- the same beans and red chili seeds! So I put Saiz under arrest and sent him back to the jail at Socorro with one of my deputies, although he kept saying he couldn't see what I was arresting him for."

Mr. Baca and his other deputy proceeded in the direction of La Jolla. Before long they saw a man on horseback coming toward them.

"He was running that horse like everything. When we met I saw that he was a Texan. Doc Something or other was his name. I can't remember now. But he was a pretty tough man."

"You a Sheriff?" he said to Mr. Baca.

"No," replied Mr. Baca, "no, I'm not a Sheriff. Don't have nothing to do with the law, in fact.

"You're pretty heavily armed," remarked the man suspiciously.

"I generally arm myself this way when I go for a trip in the country," answered Baca, displaying his field glasses. "I think it's safer."

"Well, if you want fresh horses, you can get them at my ranch, a piece down
the road," said the Texan.

Mr. Baca figured that this was an attempt to throw him off the trail, so as soon as the Texan was out of sight, he struck out east over the mountains for Manzano. Just as he was entering the village he saw two of the gang coming down the hill afoot leading their horses. He placed them under arrest and snt them back to Socorro with his other deputy.

It was about two o'clock in the morning when Mr. Baca passed the Cordova ranch again on his way back. He roused Lazaro Cordova, who had returned from La Jolla by that time, and told him to dress and come with him to Socorro.

"The old man didn't want to come," said Mr. Baca, "and kept asking 'what you want with me anyhow?' I told him that he was under arrest, and on the way to Socorro I told him that unless he and his san-in-law came across with a complete statement about the whole gang, I would hang both of them, for I had the goods on them and knew all right that they were both in on the killing of Contreros. I put him in the same cell with his son-in-law, and told him it was up to him to bring Saiz around. They came through with the statement. I kept on catching the rest of the gang, until I had them all. All but the one who got himself shot before I caught up with him."

"If you ever go to Socorro you ask Billy Newcomb, the Sheriff down there now to show you the records. You might see the place on the way down where they buried a cowboy I shot. It's a little way off the main road though.

"That was a long time before I was a real Sheriff. In those days I was a self-made deputy. I had a badge I made for myself, and if they didn't believe I was a deputy, they'd better believe it, because I made 'em believe it."

"I had gone to Escondida a little way from Socorro to visit my uncle. A couple of Texas cowboys had been shooting up the town of Socorro. They hadn't hurt anybody that time. Only frightened some girls. That's the way they did in those days -- ride through a town shooting at dogs and cats and if somebody happened to get in the way -- powie! -- too bad for him. The Sheriff came to Escondida after them. By that time they were making a couple of Mexicans dance, shooting up the ground around their feet. The Sheriff said to me 'Baca, if you want to help, come along, but there's going to be shooting.'"

"We rode after them and I shot one of them about three hundred yards away. The other got away --- too many cottonwood trees in the way.

"Somebody asked me what that cowboy's name was. I said I didn't know. He wasn't able to tell me by the time I caught up with him."

I asked what the Sheriff's name was, and when Mr. Baca said it was Pete Simpson, I said, "The one you were electioneering for the time of the Frisco affair when you held off about 80 cowboys for over 36 hours." This is the one of Mr. Baca's exploits that has been most frequently written about.

"Hell, I wasn't electioneering for him," he said. "I don't know where they got that idea. I couldn't have made a speech to save my life. And I didn't wear a Prince Albert coat either. They didn't have such things in this country in those days."

"Is it true that you ate dinner afterward with French and some other men who
had been shooting at you, and talked the affair over," I asked.

"I ate dinner with some men afterward but I don't remember who they were now. I don't think that man French was there at all, although he must have been in the neighborhood, as he seemed to know all about it. But I don't remember him. Jim Cook was one that was shooting at me though. He was a pretty tough man, but he came near getting it."

He showed me a photograph which Jim Cook had sent him recently. The picture showed an old man who still looks as though he could not be easily trifled with. It was inscribed "To Elfego Baca in memory of that day at Frisco."

"Did you see the letter that Englishman wrote to Crichton? He wanted to hang me. 'Why don't you hang that little Mexican so-and-so?' he asked. I said, 'Why don't you be the one to do it?' and pulled my guns, and wooo, he wasn't so eager. You know I surrendered only on condition that I keep my guns. They
placed six guards over me, but they rode 25 steps ahead of me all the way to Socorro.

"Those were great old days. Everything is very quiet now, isn't it?" said Mr. Baca looking up. "I think I'll run for something this fall, but I don't know what yet."

November 2002

SUNDAY- November 24

Another sunny day greeted 13 want-to-be cowboys. The weather was perfect (well maybe a little cool) and everyone had a great time. Some new pictures were taken and have been posted. See Picture 1.

Score have been posted. See the score page.-Doc Bandit

SUNDAY- November 10

Eleven cowboys decided not to let the rain stop them from having fun. All had a great time

Score have been posted. See the score page.-Doc Bandit

Sent in by Elfago Baca

A recent experience while reloading 200 grain cast bullets for my 30/06 Springfield 1903 brings warnings to be careful. I use a Dillon 550B for almost all my reloading chores. In this case I ran out of primers during a reloading session so I replentished the primer tube and began to put another cast bullet in the bullet seating die. I then proceded to push the existing bullet into the case and place the second bullet in a normal appearing position in the case neck. So I had a normal powder charge and two bullets in one cartridge case. I did not catch this mistake until I was cleaning the 150 or so reloads that I made, removing the case lube and shaking each case to check for a powder charge. Well the cartridge in question did not 'sound' right and had a different feel. After using an inertia bullet puller I noticed one bullet in the device but no powder. I then noticed a second bullet slightly protruding from the case neck. Another whack and the bullet and powder charge came out. It still is hard for me to understand how I let this happen. Reloaders beware!

elfego baca

October 2002

SUNDAY-October 27

Concidering it was hunting season, fourteen hardy cowboys showed up for our regular shoot. We kept everyone in a single posse and shoot 5 stages. A great time was had by all.

Sent in by Elfago Baca

When I am not defending "my honor" at Butt Crack, Idaho I spend some time reliving the cowboy past by reading about Teddy Roosevelt, the cowboy. An excerpt from his autobiography, chapter IV: cowboy land. Of course amusing incidents occurred now and then. Usually these took place when I was hunting for lost horses, for in hunting lost horses I was ordinarily alone, and occasionally had to travel a hundred or a hundred and fifty miles away from my own country. On one such occasion I reached a little cow town long after dark, stabled my horse in an empty outbuilding, and when I reached the hotel was informed in my response to my request for a bed that I could have the last one left, as there was only one other man in it. The room to which I was shown contained two double beds; one containing two men fast asleep, and the other only one man, also asleep. This man, Bill, proved to be a friend. I Iundressed according to the fashion of the time and place, that is, I put my trousers, boots, shaps, and gun down beside the bed and turned in. A couple of hours later I was awakened by the door being thrown open and a lantern flashed in my face, the light gleaming on the muzzle of a cocked .45. Another man said to the lantern bearer. "It ain't him"; the next moment my bedfellow was covered with two guns and addressed, "Now Bill, don't make a fuss, but come along quiet." "I'm not thinking of making a fuss", Bill said. "That's right", was the answer, "we're your friends; we don't want to hurt you; we just plain want you to come along, and you know why." And Bill pulled up his trousers and boots and walked out with them. Up to this time there had not been a sound from the other bed. Now a match was scratched, a candle lit, and one of the men in the other bed looked round the room. At this point I committed the breach of etiquette of asking questions. "I wonder why they took Bill," I said. There was no answer, and I asked again, "I wonder why they took Bill?" Well the man with the candle said, "I reckon they wanted him," and with that blew out the candle and conversation ceased. Later I discovered that Bill on a fit of playfulness had held up the Northern Pacific train at a near-by station by shooting at the feet of the conductor to make him dance. This was a pure joke on Bill's part, but the Northern Pacific people possessed a less robust sense of humor, and on their complaint the United States Marshall was sent after Bill, on the ground that by delaying the train he had interfered with the mails. - Elfago Baca

Score have been posted. See the score page.-Doc Bandit

SUNDAY-October 13

It was a beautiful fall day when 18 cowboys showed up to play. Six stages were shot and every one had a great time. Unfortantly, NO lunch was served. Maybe next time.

We have started the winter hours. So remember the match starts a 10:00 AM with sign up at 9:30 AM.

New feature by Kiniksu Kid posted. See the feature page

Score have been posted. See the score page.-Doc Bandit

September 2002

Score have been posted. See the score page.

New feature by Kiniksu Kid posted. See the feature page -Doc Bandit

August 2002

SUNDAY-August 25

I arrived at the range ready to start shooting only to discover that a cleanup / work bee had been scheduled. I had missed the last match where they announced it. None the less, most of the people that showed up, stayed to help. However, it should be noted that there were several cowboys that headed for home when they discovered that they had to work instead of play. There cowboys shall remain nameless for their protection. After all, we wouldn't want a angry mob to get a hold of them at the next match. ; )

We had a great lunch provided by "I Be Da Cook" after which we did some fun stages. No scores were kept.

Some new picture of the work bee have been posted under Pictures 3. -Doc Bandit

SUNDAY-August11

Score have been posted. See the score page.-Doc Bandit

July 2002

SUNDAY-July 28

A new feature and pictures have be added. Enjoy!!!!

Score have been posted. See the score page.-Doc Bandit

SUNDAY-July 14

After a late start, 16 cowboys showed up to shoot 6 stages. The club voted to put on a stage at the Great Northern in September. It was agreed to have everyone come up with a stage idea and then pick the best. Larry Miller, AKA Mr. Shorty, is in charge. Please contact him at 448-1913 with your ideas.

Score have been posted. See the score page.-Doc Bandit

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On July 4th I received the following E-mail from Wm Hughes Crumpler, AKA - Cap'n Crump-. Desert Worm was here visiting Cap'n Crump from San Diego. He shot with us at both our June matches. Our sympathies and prays go out to his wife, family and friends. If you need more details, you may E-mail Cap'n Crump at: capcrump@povn.com -Doc Bandit

"Doc - bad news from my end Wayne Marsula' AKA - Desert Worm was killed Monday morning after our last shoot. He left my house that morning and was near Deer Park, WA on his motorcycle returning to San Diego. Ran into a 4X4 truck and died at the scene. I am taking care of everything here for his wife and taking his ashes and personal effects to S.D. later this month. He really enjoyed our shoots and wanted me to thank everyone again for the fun and good companionship he had with you and the guys.

Cap'n Crump"

June 2002

SUNDAY-June 23

The weather forecast was for hot weather but the cloud cover and wind kept 19 cowboys from getting heat stroke. Six stages were shot without a break because I Be Da Cook didn't make it. Everyone had a great time.

Score have been posted. See the score page.-Doc Bandit

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