the sunday morning of the shoot, it was COLD. brrrr. they were going to have an opening ceremony for this last day of shooting, so i hustled down to watch. the guys were all lined up, and then…what did they do? i feel that they played some confederate anthem, is that right? they definitely played the star spangled banner…
everybody but me was paying attention, but then kevin looked over because he knew i was taking pictures and video.
here’s the line of guys, except there were definitely more guys than this. i’m pretty sure i should have been respectfully standing there, hopefully with my hand over my heart, but certainly not taking all those pictures…but i couldn’t help myself.
this is tom, who was our camping neighbor. a nice kentuckian, who had a darling little dog named Enis. Enis the Magnificent, he called him. Enis was also part beagle, and when tom went off to shoot, enis got really upset. on saturday afternoon tom was down at the range and had tied enis’s leash to a tree. kevin and i were sitting at our picnic table playing cribbage, and enis was howling and going a little crazy. i went over and petted him for a while, but then he went crazy again…but then he stopped. we quickly realized he’d chewed right through his leash because there he was at our feet. he just wanted a little company. we let him stay with us till tom got back. the next day tom secured enis in his truck. i felt bad for enis, because his companion dog, bonnie, had died a couple months before, and enis didn’t used to go crazy when tom left, because he had bonnie.
after the star spangled the guys were back at it – the final team competition of the event, the rifled musket. did you know about the word “rifle?” rifling, i believe, actually means that there are grooves inside the barrel of the gun, so the shot goes straighter. a smoothbore, on the other hand, has a smooth interior, so it’s harder to be accurate. kevin, i’m sure, will correct me if this is grossly wrong.
here they all are, busily setting up their next targets.
the 114th with their blue juice bottles. i guess i find the whole juice bottle thing funny is because…juice bottles. civil war. just don’t jibe so much, does it? i’m pretty sure there was no juice of any kind during the war, much less bottles of juice. bottles of BLUE juice.
kevins’ team won third place in this event.
when it was all over, we packed up and headed out for the long drive home. mollie, although she was delighted to camp, was equally happy to be back in the car.
and she quickly settled down, exhausted after all the camping excitement, plus spotting the armadillo…
when we were about a hundred miles from home, we stopped for gas at a place with an attached burger king. because amy and jim get their dogs hamburger treats sometimes, we decided to buy mollie a double burger, and bought another one for us to split. i tore mollie’s up in little pieces, and the only flaw in this delicious plan was that i gave mollie her burger, we settled in and i opened our burger…and of course mollie had already wolfed hers down and had thoroughly licked the wrapper clean. so we shared ours with her, too.
she was a very, very happy dog.
ok then,
mrs. thursday morning hughes.