TSRA Service Rifle Results.

Clay Hefner, Pittsburg, Tx. Expert @ 729X8. Clay upholds the traditions of all things Texan.

Kim, Justin Utley, Clay Hefner. Kim shot for the first time in the LEG match and shot 81 offhand.

Now everyone is going to want to be Justin's girlfriend.

Justin Utley, TSRA Service Rifle Champion, 779X23.

Keith Stephens, 2nd, 775X24.

Glenn Edgard, 3rd, 770X14

TSRA Governor's 20. Top 20 shooters on Saturday. They all got a Governor's 20 pin.

Langham, Foster, Sepaugh, Stephens. Top Civilian Team and 2nd overall on Team Day, Friday. 1129X18

1st place: Texas Military Force, 1131X19.

2nd place: Blackfork, 1129X18.

In Infantry Trophy Team Blackfork, (Langham/Foster/Stephens), shot the lights out with a 729 for first place by 150 points.

Eight LEGs given in the Sunday EIC/LEG match, (Katie Foster, Jim Booker and Wayne Nunn were some of them. Nobody legged out. The cut-off was a very low 459 in tough fishtailing wind at 600.

97 shooters on Saturday for the Championship and 96 or so on Sunday for the EIC/LEG match.

Match Directors Rick Crawford and Ken Gaby put on a terrific match with help from Dave Wilson who called the line, Charlie Wallis and Paul LaBerge in the pits, Rick Tanner and Ltc Don Tryce who co-ordinated the hosting of the match at Camp Swift. You can't thank these folks enough for this kind of event. Every year this gets bigger and better.

  Michelle Boyd and a couple of her boys.

  I had a little scratch in my throat Thursday morning.  By the time I left I was gargling with salt water.  Friday night was worse but by Saturday morning I had driven the cold out of my throat and up into my sinuses with McDonalds salt packets and hydrogen peroxide.  A miserable couple of days of shooting.  I tried to stay away from folks, hydrate by swiping water bottles out of Dave Wison's truck (he's an old marathoner so he always has a pallet or two) and wash my hands a lot.  Energy drain.  Really took the edge off.  You can feel your energy back up and glow like old coals as you contain yourself and wait it out.

  Alan Wilson and I shot together on Sunday.  He's the most excellent company, a man of good sense and good cheer.  He won the Bronze medal in the LEG match.  I watched.

  Driving back last night the Kid passed out early with his ipod sizzling under his river-bottom haircut and I drove the four hours home alone in a sensory-enhanced trip with the stripes and reflectors shining up the asphalt.  I tweaked the cruise control and let it do most of the work while the 4-Runner did the rest.  Good technology.  I thought I was getting a little twitchy after 9:00 but quickly realized that a gusty cross-wind was kicking up.  Glad to be home and in the healing confines of my own bed.