Team Stiller runs the table!
Curtis Helton despite being struck on the line with my crystal power anti-gun mojo hex shook it off like a camel swats a fly with its tail and took the score shoot with a 250 16X. Jerry Stiller also shrugged off all paranormal spells from me and took the group shoot with an agg of .2504. This is probably because Jerry is so paranormal that my spell seemed normal to him and hence easily deflected. Both were last seen loading their gear, trophies and who knows what else into that creepy looking black plywood trailer shaped like a large coffin on wheels. All they need is Grateful Dead and a bunch of skulls painted on the side of it to complete the aura that thing exudes. When they roll down the road cars line up behind them and turn their head lights on. Needless to say both shot well despite their bizarre trailer taste. Jon ran his usual excellent match. Don scored the targets and the 15 year old 4-H boys plus two shooter's kin ran the targets, did a darn good job and learned something about life from their conversations with the older male shooters. (See near-suffocation auto-eroticism and David Carradine). The weather was in the low to mid 90's with light to moderate SSE or windshield washer winds from the South directly in our faces. Fashion editor of the NBRSA GC region Jerry Stiller reported that people were "too formally" dressed for the match with a low tattoo index except for Mr. G. who made the noble gesture of having his right lateral upper arm covered in 3/4" high grinning white skulls the day before. All in all, 26 shooters turned out, had a great time, spread around a lot of BS, drank some adult beverages after the shoot, sobered up and left. As the last of the range disappeared from the rear view mirror we, as Denton club shooters, can say with a high degree of statistical significance: " It don't get much better then this". Tim