We all went to the Westpoint Bowshoot this weekend–after shooting at our home club Friday night. The guys have waited for months to shoot this shoot with Baba, out from New York. We took a wrong turn and had to back the trailer out of a narrow dirt road. Then we camped in a cow pasture surrounded by bowling pins. Yes, bowling pins. The guys shot the 28 targets and earned their medals. Then we were supposed to go on to see the cousins, but a spring on an axle to the trailer broke, so we limped home early instead.