Well it was another busy Sunday here at Camp Beagle. The day started with the usual beagle feeding and rumpusing. Then some AI email. Then trap shooting with Erik. Another beautiful Sunday morning at the gun club. Which is good because once again we ended up sharing a field with the slowest squad of four in the history of the universe. But, to add to their slowness they added a fifth shooter. At least their manners are getting better. A few weeks back they weren't even taking turns so we were all stuck waiting, several squads of shooters, for them to poke their way through two rounds.

To make up for it our first round Erik and I shot with the fastest shooters in the west. Well probably not, but they were fast, almost too fast. But it was ok, and I hit 14. Some I missed for no reason I understand. Others at least I know why I missed them. The wind was really up too.

Then another round of the pokeist squad on earth, meanwhile Erik found us a couple of guys to give us a squad of 4. They were both shooting for league scores. I shot leadoff, which is sort of unusual for me. I guess it worked for me though I hit 20 that round. The dedicated amongst you will notice this is tying my highest score ever. The one shot with Charlie's gun. If you haven't read the story of me falling in love with a shotgun you can click here. That was just about a year ago, two weeks shy of a year, if my math is correct.

Then I drove home where Eric (not the Erik of above) was waiting. He and I tore out what was rest of the deck. Well really I wheezed and he tore out the deck. While I shuffled around the yard moving bits of debris into the garage. It's a good thing he was there. I am not strong enough to run a sawsall for very long. Now we're just down to the concrete pilings. He and I dug one out. I have this to say. They're going to stink! I guess I know what I'm doing after work every day this week.