Ed Ames
Member
I had everyone at a range staring at me once. It was a nice spring day with a gentle breeze blowing across the benches. I was assigned the most windward lane.
I pulled out my container of GoEX fffg, my 1860, and my Ruger Old Army, set everything up, and proceed to unload three or four cylinders downrange, off on my own little world and reloading fast.
Then I noticed it was...quiet. Too quiet. I looked to the side, downwind, to see that the wind had pushed my smoke between the benches and targets so none of the other shooters could see. Instead, all those heads were turned to look at me.
I pulled out my container of GoEX fffg, my 1860, and my Ruger Old Army, set everything up, and proceed to unload three or four cylinders downrange, off on my own little world and reloading fast.
Then I noticed it was...quiet. Too quiet. I looked to the side, downwind, to see that the wind had pushed my smoke between the benches and targets so none of the other shooters could see. Instead, all those heads were turned to look at me.