Tomorrow would have been my brother's 69th birthday. He died at 59, days before he would turn 60. We lived 450 miles apart but would get together at least yearly for a brother's match. 100 yards, two targets each with .22, varmint caliber, deer size, big bore, and 357 and 44 mag handgun. First target for group, second for score. Get done, come home, break out the calipers, beer and quarters and score. Hours later, his pile slightly larger. Both exhausted from laughter. Miss him. Some years I shoot my summer trap league match with his 870TC. This year I'm taking his 1894 Marlin 44 and my Win 94 44, his sixties Super Blackhawk and my 29-2 to the club and duplicate the old matches.
Prediction, he will win. I will choke up.
Then, I will grill burgers and drink a few Miller Lites, his (ugh) choice.
Let you know how it goes.
Stan
Prediction, he will win. I will choke up.
Then, I will grill burgers and drink a few Miller Lites, his (ugh) choice.
Let you know how it goes.
Stan