Well, with only one worn out shotgunner and another with a loose rib we decided to forego the shotgun shoot.
Soda and Dave shot pistols whilst I burned my arm on hot brass from my poodleshooter.
Trying to get TFL'ers together is like herding cats, big nasty cats.
Speaking of cats, the third member of our group was nursing a sore arm from a Steve Irwin mishap with his highly trained ninja guard cat. Claimed he couldn't hold up a shotgun. He was however able to hold up a beer at the restaurant after the shoot.
I am no longer a member of this forum. Bye!