I've always been much more impressed by how well a gent handled his gun than with how he dressed. Saw the same kind of thing when I competed for many years with m/l roundball rifles. There were two "camps", the traditional target shooters and the primitive competitors. The "primitives" had their own campsites and ranges at Friendship, across Laughery Creek. Quite a sight to see grown men dressed like Indians in nothing more than a breechcloth and moccasins, and carrying trade guns and tomahawks, or mountain man wannabees trucking around in the summer heat and humidity dressed in full buckskin leathers ............. trying vainly to ignore the sweat running down their legs.
To each his own.
SRH
