Mostly what I'll be doing today is sulking. Sue and I have both come down with something. Don't know what, and I think I am already on the mend and I only first noticed symptoms Saturday late afternoon. But, Sue is pretty miserable. Raggedy ass cough, headache, and draining sinuses. I heard her moaning in her sleep last night. I woke up once and she was actually shaking like a leaf. I went and got her another blanket and she played the throw the blanket off, pull the blanket on game the rest of the night.
I'm sulking because I have to cancel the cast bullet shoot. From my point of view it will be much less work and worry, but there are some guys who are stuck living in urban areas that look forward to shooting sessions out here at Thorn Hollow for the whole year. I am so lucky that I can saunter out the back door and shoot. I have long periods, some times hours where no traffic drives by. My friends and I can take our time, shoot, BS, swap and sell, sit around a camp fire, eat awesome food, have a drink all without having to pay a fee, ask permission, worry about offending anyone, or breaking any laws.
Some of my shooters were already packing their trucks, making a list and checking twice, calling me to ask what could they bring? Good questions like, "You want another bag of cheese curds?" "Was that Bulliet Rye?" "The George Dickel, was that 12 year old and do you need some more?" I had a fish fry planned for Saturday night. I have been trimming weeds around the rails and painting targets. Sure I can take advantage of that work and shoot at my leisure, but boy howdy, I am going to miss my gaggle of good fellows. Shucks!