They were all there; Rattlesnake John, Cannon, Undertaker, Dough Slinger, and others. They were all watching my every move. I had been challenged and I knew deep down inside me that I had to respond. Knowing gunplay was inevitable, my position was less than desirable. My pistols weighed heavy on my hips as I leaned against the wall, one leg up, heel against the wall in cowboy fashion. I hissed, “I was just getting comfy…” and flew into action. Taking two steps forward, I grabbed a Yellow Boy ‘66 rifle and fired off shots as fast as I could work the action, the gun never leaving my shoulder. Seconds turned into a lifetime as I fired at my adversaries. One shot here, two shots there, swinging back and forth until the rifle was empty.
Cowboy Action Shooting: Are You Game Enough?
Cowboy Action Shooting: Are You Game Enough?
Cowboy Action Shooting: Are You Game Enough?
They were all there; Rattlesnake John, Cannon, Undertaker, Dough Slinger, and others. They were all watching my every move. I had been challenged and I knew deep down inside me that I had to respond. Knowing gunplay was inevitable, my position was less than desirable. My pistols weighed heavy on my hips as I leaned against the wall, one leg up, heel against the wall in cowboy fashion. I hissed, “I was just getting comfy…” and flew into action. Taking two steps forward, I grabbed a Yellow Boy ‘66 rifle and fired off shots as fast as I could work the action, the gun never leaving my shoulder. Seconds turned into a lifetime as I fired at my adversaries. One shot here, two shots there, swinging back and forth until the rifle was empty.