You bet I had fun shooting the postal match! I looked at it two ways, a monthly shootout and also as a seven month aggregate. Of the four guys who entered seven times, just 13 points total separated them - those are real nail biting scores. If I wore a hat, I'd take it off to No Powder; what a shooter. He wrang 347 out of 350 points and threw in 22 X's to boot!
His Mike Fink came in second as well. I can't wait to try it again next year and say to all who didn't shoot this year - forget shoulda', woulda' and coulda', dust off that shootin' iron and give it a try in 2022. I know it's corny, but keep reading to find what is probably the TMA's first song. As much as I tried, I couldn't top No Powder's shooting, and my scores caused me to change my scsreen name on thisn forum from Flintstone to The Miner '49er. Hope you get a laugh out of this, THE NEW CLEMENTINE: I was standin', at the toe mark, On the twenty five yard line, I was gunnin' for a fifty, With my rifle Clementine. Hammer back, then pour some powder, Add a patched ball, seat a cap, Hold her real tight, watch the front sight, Pull the trigger and "that's that." Well, I sent five lead balls down range, Surely fifty points were mine, Couldn't wait to see my target, The result . . . a forty-nine. I ain't moanin' or a groanin', 'Cause a forty nine's just fine, But I wished it were a fifty, Maybe I'll shoot that next time.