Looks like final wrap-ups are being posted at the Para Ordnance blogfeed concatenator. We should take a moment to stop by and thank Bitter, who not only had to opt out of the Blackwater trip very late in the planning, but then did all the heavy lifting (and all the detail work, not to mention everything in between) to get the aggregator up and running. Thank you!
Joe Huffman beat Caleb in the shoot-out. Much as I like Joe, I was pulling for the local talent; Caleb is as fast and smooth as a striking snake. Speed and accuracy isn't the entire tale: Joe avoided a "don't shoot" time penalty his challenger was caught by. Experience over youth? Could be. In a crunch, I'd trust either one.
I have to admit after three days I'm startin' to miss the pitter-patter of tiny tactical boots around the house. I've missed havin' another cat-wrangler around here since the Zed Drei cleared the driveway: I'm outnumbered four to one!
In-writing Update: so, the back door went clonk! and the kitchen door creaked open and -- lo, the prodigy hath returned! (Rats, I only made four cups of coffee). Early word? Uttered in tones of pure bliss, "Oh, it was fun, it was fun!" Knew that, but any buzz that survives an 11-hour drive must have been made of 120% cake and win. At least.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
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