We found our way north from Naw'lins!!! T'wasn't easy - them roads was fulla troopers! Them boys mean bidness! The would even radar your ass on the way OUTTA town! Like who gives a shit as you're leavin? These guys do!

So we followed the trail of bread crumbs north and found the Southern Nationals. We stopped in town to use the restroom and get a drink. They lock the doors, but were unbelievably nice about letting use the facilities once we asked for a receipt. A local fella, 'bout 17 or so, asked if we were waiting to use the pisser. Byron turned and said, yep, and I'm gunna pee on the seat for you too! The kid laughed himself silly and said, "You fella's ain't from around here, are ya?" We nodded no, and he said, "Don't stay too long, you may never leave..." That was worth the trip right there.

So we pull into the the range and scurry to sight our rifles in. The heat is stifling in the nicest sort of way. I stood on the line and peered through my scope, wondering just who in the hell was holding the shower head over me? My rifle was wet and I hadn't even been here five minutes. I had to shoot and find some shade which wasn't hard because it looked like a homeless tent-city, just like home! There were tents and awnings from one end of the place to the other. It was awesome - shooters camping out in make-shift hovels, reminded me of a episode of MASH, complete with a beer-wagon still! DuckguNbo "Hawkeye" and Jerry "Trapper John" couldn't have been more hospitable. Have you ever shown up to a strange place (with 100% humidity) and been greeted like long lost friends? The CoonAss-Team shoot (35 4-man teams!) was a blast and the real matches haven't even started! Prizes were plenty and the whole thing started with Senator Neal Riser and Preacher Howard Chiles welcoming everyone to our shoot and feast!

Pics to follow by many, but this place is unbelievable. I haven't even seen the whole show, but I'm having the time of my life. Just make sure Dawg doesn't want to show you internet videos of shock collars and stun guns... sick bastard... Stay tuned for more.

What a day! You know, the heat isn't that bad after a few hours and several gallons of water.

I had the distinct pleasure of losing to Innocent Mary in a shoot-off where I took 15th place. Nice shooting Mary.

Between the prizes, awards and beer wagon, there's no reason in the world not to shoot this match!!

Ok, Kitty has a ton of pictures and is going to be organizing and posting them soon, he promises! I've got a bunch queued up as well and when I get home, I'll get them all sorted out and posted!

There are just too many stories to relay. Byron and I both had the horrible feeling that a weekend just isn't enough time to meet 240 shooters and their families! We need to work out a system where people have to come up and meet the Steelchicken's guys and sign off their name or something? Maybe in Arkansas?

The backseat is full of prizes and booty and we're going to try to find a way to load it all in the suitcases.

Today's conditions seemed better than the first day, but we're not sure if we're just getting used to the weather some? Regardless, it was hot and you had to pace yourself.

I'm gunna hit the sack and head back to Naw'lins in the morning, fly home and find a way to get to Arkansas next.

Good to see or meet Ducky (thanks for the hospitality!!!), Dawg, Mary, ChuckD, Coates, Kitty, McManatee, Wormy (and the entire family!), Limey, The CA crews, The TX crews, The FL crews, the AZ crews, and just about everyone else in between!!!