We did it again. Another year, another good time had by all. As always, there was perfect weather for an outdoor event of any kind.
The LITGM bunch along with friends and regulars gathered for the annual celebration of Peace, Love and the Second Amendment.
This was about fellowship and old friends. This was about being Americans doing what Americans have done for hundreds of years, exercising our rights, expressing our freedom and having a good time while hurting no one.
Hey, look, guns!
Among the assortment were some classics.
There were also some with exquisite craftsmanship.
And there was some serious firepower as well.
A few ladies showed up whilea few others decided to stay home on that sunny Sunday morning. Andy’s friend Ashley knew her way around a farm field range, being from a small central Indiana town north of Indy. She comes from a family of hunters and farmers so she didn’t need much instruction in order to do some damage to the potato sticks.
For those who don’t know, potato sticks are a rural way of plinking without littering the field with plastic or glass bottles and beer cans. Long screws are inserted into 8’ furring strips that are buried into the ground a few feet for stability. Each screw gets a potato to hold (I like to paint the potato blaze orange so it stands out from the brown backdrop).
Hit a potato and there is instant visual confirmation of either a glancing blow, a direct hit, or a miss. Larger calibers make them explode. Simple, easy, cheap, what’s not to like about that? Potato sticks lot cheaper than Shoot-N-C’s and more fun too.
The real surprise was Jen, a co-worker of Carl’s. Jen claimed to never even holding a gun before Sunday. I mentioned quietly to a friend that she will be hitting bulls eyes and busting clays before the day was over. I was correct but we didn’t need to wait long before we found out, that lady was a natural.
Dan was outstanding and patient instructing Jen. He first explained the different guns laid out on the table, then the differences between bullets in size and also compared them to shot shells. How to grip, stand, aim and fire was the next step. She began with Dan’s .22 handgun and worked up from there. This lady did not in any way shy away from listening and learning and shooting. Bulls eyes galore for Jen. Nice job, Dan.
When beans need to be harvested (a certain bean moisture content tells the experienced farmer when) they get harvested. Sunday was no exception.
The dirt path between the firing line and target board was interrupted often by moving machinery.
The SWAT Team showed up with some fun toys to try out. Thanks goes out to Tom and his partner. After shooting and the cookout were over, they shared some interestingly funny real life law enforcement stories. They like to tell them and I love to hear them. All were way too real and unbelievable at the same time but way too politically incorrect to repeat here.
Nearly four decades ago my old friend Doug brought a mechanical clay launcher out to the farm. I had never shot clays before. Using his classic 16 ga. side-by-side I hit maybe 20 out of 25 on my very first outing, 18 in a row he recalled. That’s all it took to hook me and I have been into wing shooting and moving targets ever since. I would say we held the very first Gunstock that day back in the 70’s.
Doug launched a lot of clays last Sunday for the Gunstock attendees. Some were busted. We both are now much older and grayer and I never have shot quite as well since that very first time. It was good to see the old boy again along with his son Daniel who has become quite the hunter/woodsman.
We’ll do it again next year. Same place. Always on a Sunday in very early autumn, when the Bears don’t play a day home game.