In 1972 my best friend and I became best friends and a lot of that was due to the fact we both dearly love to shoot and hunt with big bore sixguns. I can't begin to tell you how many rounds we've fired (without hearing protection) during those long ago years but its been a small truck load. Anyway due to work, kids, grandkids and the rest of lifes little problems we haven't shot much in a long old time. His youngest son recently graduated from high school and decided he couldn't live without his very own big bore sixgun. Last Sunday evening the 3 of us got and touched off several rounds through 4 of my Rugers and Smiths. Then Friday morning they drove over to out local gun shoppe and Darrell bought him a Ruger SS Bisley 45-just like mine. This evening we got out and shot it and several others. We had a ball. When we got back to their house my best friend got out of my truck and with a big old grin on his face he said, "Tom this evenings been just like old times." What a perfect way to end a perfect evening.
Tom Black
Darrell preparing to touch her off.
He sends a 250 gr. Keith down range.
Tom Black
Darrell preparing to touch her off.
He sends a 250 gr. Keith down range.