The golden fleece was a club thing before Larry got it and I'm glad that it's gone and that I've have had my turn with it. It used to scare the cat, after that, my wife told me to keep it in the garage.

On the 300 yard targets, there was so much mirage, at times I couldn't tell where I was shooting let alone if anyone had crossfired onto my target. Dick got all of that figures out with the refs and I gained a couple of points in the matter.