I didn't sleep well last night. I think it was part the noise inside and outside the motel and part sleeping in a strange place. Plus I had several dreams (unusual) including one nightmare that is one of the rare dreams that I remember. I'm not going to write it down because parts are non-sensical.
We stopped and bought donuts for the crew and got to the club a little after 8. The donut place was doing a land office business. There wasn't really much for us to do until the match started at 10. Ellen helped a few new shooters at station 7 skeet. There were about 40 shooters. They still made a lot of money because of all the high dollar sponserships.
Ellen worked one of the stations and I helped out at the flurry. We didn't get much action. Some squads just walked on by. I shot with one guy who was a single. I sucked because I didn't have my shooting glasses and all of the targets were high droppers. The gun was a Zoli and it sucked. It handled poorly and kicked like a mule. I shot again with one of the workers. I did better, but the gun still sucks.
Because they wouldn't let us pay for anything we spent a lot of money on drawing tickets. We won two things. Ellen won a shirt and i won a shooting bag. I'll give away the bag at one of Dave's shoots.
The lunch was really nice - brisket, sausage, potato salad, and a really good cherry cobbler. After that there wasn't anything left to do except some last trailer packing that we couldn't help with. So we said our goodbyes and drove home.
We stopped by the post office and HEB on the way home. We're tired and are now just vegging out.
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