A little rain never stopped a dedicated waterfowl hunter, nor did it dampen the enthusiasm of those attending the 39th Annual Waterfowl Festival in Easton, Md.
Recently I was reminded that I am a dinosaur. We had one of our little 3-gun shoots at our local gun club. Aside from the fact that I was the oldest guy there—by a big margin—I noticed that I was the only one there with a leather holster.
All honest men deserve three things: a good dog, a good shotgun, and a place to hide from their wives. Oh, I can hear the lady huntresses chiming in now: "I hunt! I love guns! My husband wants to be around me all the time!"