Kid and I went out today, just one round, as it was about 90 degrees, and humid. I used the A5 my Dad bought when he made Sargeant, circa 1952. The gun was wearing a 26 Hastings barrel with a modified choke. I have three barrels for that gun.
It seems a bit easier to shoot a gun with a single barrel sticking up. Dad thought he needed a mid rib on everything, this one is no exception, and I dropped a few after I realized it was there and was distracted by it. I shot 18. I beat Chris, but, only by 1. I corrected him a few times, lifting his head at the shot, his Achilles heel of late.
The owner of the club (A very old friend) drove out on his golf cart, and asked that I please come by for lunch one day, soon. He is suffering from MS, and doing poorly of late.
My problem is so many peanuts compared to his.
Best,
Ted
