Mom, this morning I went out to the range to see the Cowboy Shooting group do their thing. I was too late to shoot, because my sister called, but I did get to talk to them about it and help them put stuff away. So, Mom, maybe I'll try that. All I need is another rifle...they don't like my .45 single-shot carbine, which was good enough for Custer, dagnabbit! Maybe I'll get a Gatling gun. That'd fix 'em....