Originally Posted by jaguartx
Touch that thing off early on a cool quiet morning on a bushy tail and a smell a bit of heaven.

Man, I miss those red waxed paper hulls.


Those were the days. I loved the smell of Federal paper target loads fired on the skeet range.

"May the LORD bless you and keep you, may His face shine upon you, may He be gracious and give you peace"
from Numbers 6:24-26