Mission: Southern Hospitality Tour - One Stop Left!
Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 8:16 pm
So, there seemed to be a disagreement on whether there was any hospitality in Alabama...
So I decided we should send someone down to investigate. I dipped into the Steelchicken's funds ($23 in quarters, a few buttons and stick of gum) and decided to send our best man down there. Since he wasn't available, I had to go.
My first stop has been Steel City for the pistol/lever matches. I barged up the Match Director and said, "Hi. I flew down from Washington state to shoot in your match today - where do I sign up?" They laughed and said, "No really, why the hell'd you come all the way out here?"
I said, "I'm the guy from Steelchickens.com and I was sent to look into your hospitality problem." There were quite a few chuckles to be had.
I met several shooters from the area but I handily won the long-distance award. They showed me around the place, reminded me not to point the loud end toward people and proceeded to give me one of the best spotters I've ever seen use nothing more than the naked eye. More than once, Match Director Yoder's calls were clearly on target while what I thought I saw was pure imagination. I stopped calling spots as I was confident he could read the year on a dime at 50 yds without squinting. They let me win 2nd place with my little lever-gun, but completely schooled me in hunter pistol. I mean, I've never seen scores like these guys put up. I learned that afternoon to never pick a pistol-fight with a man from Alabama. To add to my experience, they paired me up with an "old-school" pistol shooter, Wayne, who used his open-sight 686 with full-power loads to knock the poop out of anything he saw fit. (I decided to time my shots between his and put in a second pair of ear-plugs.) Actually, I was in awe of his ability and learned that he was, in fact, the owner of the Grand Slam pin for pistol with the serial# 1.
So, we put things away, cleaned up and they took me out to BBQ. After I gorged myself I was then treated to some gun-shopping for some nice lever-guns in the area.
Lastly, I was even given an honorable mention in the match results newsletter.
So, I'm going to chalk this one up to Good Southern Hospitality. Mr. Yoder would disagree. He said they didn't treat me any different than anyone else and I believe him - it was just good hospitality period.
This weekend, I head up to the seat of the problem, Nick and the Magic City crew. He was so disgusted with my presence he left early just to get away from me. This ought to be fun! ;)
(Pistol Cartridge Lever and Hunter Pistol course at Steel City)

So I decided we should send someone down to investigate. I dipped into the Steelchicken's funds ($23 in quarters, a few buttons and stick of gum) and decided to send our best man down there. Since he wasn't available, I had to go.
My first stop has been Steel City for the pistol/lever matches. I barged up the Match Director and said, "Hi. I flew down from Washington state to shoot in your match today - where do I sign up?" They laughed and said, "No really, why the hell'd you come all the way out here?"
I said, "I'm the guy from Steelchickens.com and I was sent to look into your hospitality problem." There were quite a few chuckles to be had.
I met several shooters from the area but I handily won the long-distance award. They showed me around the place, reminded me not to point the loud end toward people and proceeded to give me one of the best spotters I've ever seen use nothing more than the naked eye. More than once, Match Director Yoder's calls were clearly on target while what I thought I saw was pure imagination. I stopped calling spots as I was confident he could read the year on a dime at 50 yds without squinting. They let me win 2nd place with my little lever-gun, but completely schooled me in hunter pistol. I mean, I've never seen scores like these guys put up. I learned that afternoon to never pick a pistol-fight with a man from Alabama. To add to my experience, they paired me up with an "old-school" pistol shooter, Wayne, who used his open-sight 686 with full-power loads to knock the poop out of anything he saw fit. (I decided to time my shots between his and put in a second pair of ear-plugs.) Actually, I was in awe of his ability and learned that he was, in fact, the owner of the Grand Slam pin for pistol with the serial# 1.
So, we put things away, cleaned up and they took me out to BBQ. After I gorged myself I was then treated to some gun-shopping for some nice lever-guns in the area.
Lastly, I was even given an honorable mention in the match results newsletter.
So, I'm going to chalk this one up to Good Southern Hospitality. Mr. Yoder would disagree. He said they didn't treat me any different than anyone else and I believe him - it was just good hospitality period.
This weekend, I head up to the seat of the problem, Nick and the Magic City crew. He was so disgusted with my presence he left early just to get away from me. This ought to be fun! ;)
(Pistol Cartridge Lever and Hunter Pistol course at Steel City)











