Kiss my Converse

Just call me Sho-Nuff. Don't get it? Then you weren't a kid in the 80's the way I was. But I won't hold it against you. I actually feel more I'm from the 90's anyways.

So, shooting. And competition. In what I do there are gun division and skill classifications. From bottom to top the classifications are UNclassified, MarksMan, SharpShooter, EXpert and MAster. In one of the gun divisions I am EX. This past Saturday I finally beat a MA class shooter for the first time! And by like 4 seconds, not 0.01 or something like that.

Sadly for me, my main local competition at EX has also really bumped his game up in the past few months and he beat me by like almost 9 seconds. He was first overall and I was second overall out of the 33 people there that day. And double bad, he is also going to the national championships where we will shoot against each other.

There are 33 shooters in our division and classification. According to the rules that means trophies for 1st through 11th. A great performance I'd be totally happy with would be in the trophy range. An acceptable performance would have me in the top half, no lower than say 16th. Anything less than that placing and I will be inconsolable for a few days.

Here is a bit of the match. The guy in the gray vest is the other EX mentioned whom I'm always chasing for the win.

IDPA match at Pala. August 10, 2013 from rowdy matt on Vimeo.

Surfing plans fell through for today. Shooting rifles plans fell through today. So it looks like I'll do laundry, return a text book, schedule a motorcycle service and practice practice practice.