This weekend my club hosted its March 3d shoot. I had originally
planned to shoot with the Big D. I knew Ty was going to be shooting with his
girls and wife; I knew Big Rick wasn’t going make it, so I had asked D to come
shoot with me, just because. Well apparently D forgot, when I called Friday
afternoon he admitted to forgetting, he’d signed up for over time at work and
couldn’t make it. “Just fucking great!” was all I could say.
Friday I had the feeling something bad was going to happen.
I imagined my bow was going to explode in my hands; maybe More’s crazy ex wife
would get a hold of me, or something worse. It turned out to be something worse;
Bowman had been in an accident.
It’s no secret I still care for him, it’s something that
will never go away, I’ll always care. Even though I was slightly distracted I
still pulled a 224 out of my ass. How I’m not sure, I wasn’t even focused on
shooting. I hardly remember the second half of the shoot, I was to busy
worrying.
Things worked out though, and on Saturday morning Bowman was
my shooting buddy. It was a small overall group, very relaxed, leaving Bowman
and I in a group by ourselves. We shot quickly and efficiently. He shot as well as ever. Me on the
other hand, my shots were low or left or right. I can’t explain it; it’s in my
arm somewhere.
In the end I shot a 260, the highest score I’ve ever shot in
a 3d. I’m please with it, even though it’s a little ways off from 300. Next
weekend is the Scottsbluff shoot. D promised me he’d be here for it no matter
what. I’d bet you my best horse he forgets again…
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