The Old West lives
There’s an organization here called S.A.S.S. They have a ranch that every year sponsors the “World Championship of Cowboy Action Shooting.” It’s ten days of competitors and honored guests who arrive by truck and trailer and target shoot against the clock at fourteen carefully designed outdoor shooting bays.
They plink at stationary metal targets using six-shooters, 1911 pistols, rifles and shotguns. Go down a hill and there is an arena where mounted shooters race their ponies around a barrel course knocking off colored balloons with wadded cartridges.
It’s an amazing big deal and even attracts shooters from across the pond. This week was the “36th Annual End of Trail” convention at Founders Ranch. The hillside gets loaded with parked recreational vehicles. They arrive from across the continent to dry camp and compete. Safety glasses and ear plugs are required. Everyone wears their cowboy clothes. Of course I had to get over there to see if any Escapes were in the mix.
"A billion here, a billion there...add it all up and before you know it you're talking real money." Everett Dirkson