This person got in a fight with a concrete pad and some gravel at the shooting range. He was tough and sucked it up. No complaints from him. Cowboy all the way. He is healing. We did have a Doc in the group, so we were good. They can tell the story if they choose.
This is what Tom looked like one or two days "after" his fight. After the Doc had done the relook and re patch several times.
Very glad he made it Ok with a war scar only.
You know, all the "cool" kids are going to copy him next year. It is a "badge of honor" type thing.
It'll go like, "Yeah, I got Ingwe'd all right. You should seen the size of that beast!"
So did the Grand Poobah trip on the leg of the shooting bench? I tripped on it myself last year and again this year, but both times I was saved by my cat-like reflexes. I guess I learned that from my cats
I'm tempted next year to bring some reflective tape to put on the table legs
We also had a member thoroughly scoped by a lovely lightweight big bore rifle. Probably good after all that I didn't bring one of my big bores, otherwise we'd might have had 3 or more injured old guys
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