There were 697 shooters at the Quigley, so there must be at least 697 stories.
This one is mine.
Leaving Lubbock, TX it took me 3 1/2 days with stops to visit fellow Scoundrels, friends, and a son & DIL to get to Quigleyville, Montana by Wednesday afternoon.
2 1/2 days of practice and 2 days of shooting for score and I was back on the road home.....with a detour through the Big Horn Mountains.
Spent 3 days camping and fishing on the South Tongue River in Big Horn National Forest. Ate grilled brook trout caught on a fly rod every day. No cell service not even a pay phone at the only store 20 miles away.
A day and a half drive back to Longmont to visit another son and his wife and an old high school friend and then a day and a half to get back home about 7 AM on Sunday, exactly 2 weeks from departure.
My 18 year old Chevy HD2500 went 2685 miles flawlessly. Then on Monday morning after I was home for less than 24 hours I needed to move it off the driveway so the contractor could install our new windows at the house. It was deader than a hammer. Took both a new battery and a new starter.
If that had happened a few days earlier in the Big Horn National Forest it would have been BAAAAADDD!
My truck and trailer did well, my old body cooperated with very little complaint, my new Shiloh Sharps rifle was a real pleasure, the Scoundrel company was fantastic, I shot a little better than I actually expected, and I came home rested and ready to do it all over again.
I am already making slight equipment changes with Quigley 2018 in mind.
Date(s): June 29, 2017. Album by Jack Bains. 1 - 24 of 103 Total. 1086 Visits.
1 My middle son Michael and his wife Elisha took me out to lunch in Boulder and then let me camp on their driveway before heading for Montana.
2 Learned that there is a big difference between "flat" and "level". Driveways are made to drain water not to park camp trailers.
3 The term Outback took on real meaning later on this trip.
4 Ready to get back on the road to Quigleyville.
5 Approaching Quigleyville.
6 First view of Quigleyville.
7 Looks like a little city in the valley.
8 Wednesday afternoon getting started with a little practice.
9 Essentials at ready.
10 Population of Quigleyville still low.
11 No matter the weather....the sky was always beautiful.
12 Pretty much deserted firing line.
13 Look closely and see some targets on the hillside. A 530 yd on the left and the 405's in the middle.....I think.
14 Can barely see our little group of trailers in the distance to the left.
15 This was our group, except for Wind and Aviator. They were in tents closer to the firing line so Wind could man his booth.
16 This was my view from my trailer when I didn't want to feel all alone.
17 This was my other view from my trailer for when I DID want to feel all alone. Isn't it peaceful.
18 Here John ponders why he missed when he knew where to hold, but a part of himself argued with the other part of himself and in the confusion he just didn't hold where he was supposed to.....according to himself. Three friends listen intently. Classic Scoundrel photo.
19 Another practice day and John appears to have the firing line to himself.
20 My little cart turned out to be very functional as I made minor modifications throughout the week.
21 This is John's buddy Jay spotting for John. I want a surveyor's tripod like John's.
22 Still early in the week as you can see the open space behind Steve's Wyoming Sight Drifter booth.
23 Still a day of practice and the crowds are sparse.
24 That's me experimenting with my longer shooting sticks and a back brace trying to come up with a shooting style that's a little easier on my old screwed up back. Longer sticks allowed me to sit a bit straighter, but the back brace was a loser.
