Man, hard to believe that I missed this thread all the years that I was more active here. I might have shared this story somewhere else on the forum.
A lot has transpired since I got my schoolin one day at the hands of one of the old time IPSC wolves. Back in days of yore, there was a well loved gentleman gunslinger named Miller who operated a range in SW Colorado that was the epitome of cool hang outs for the best in the sport. Matches like the Rocky Mt Stock Gun and World Shoot-off were held there for years. I was very new to the sport (27) and seeing this kind of shooting skill and knowing that it doesn't get any better, was a heady experience. I had tried motorcycle racing and damn near killed myself before I realized that I really wasn't that good at it.
The San Juan Shooting Range was a place of legend and definitely a place to see who had a way with a pistol and who didn't. So, I customized my own 1911 shooter and went down to see if I could hang with those lads when it came to shooting fast and straight. I went down there with my "C" card, feeling like a real small fish, and ended up finishing well enough to face our humble host, in man vs. man shoot-offs. The matrix decided that I was worthy of extra favor that day, and I survived a couple of surprised wolves. So, I end up looking at the elimination board to see who's coming up next and I see " B effen E" !!! OK? In my mind, I'm already a minor god for making it this far. There are only eight slots left to the winner. Quarter finals, I suppose. Drum roll, so I step to the line, trying not to look over at BE with more than a causal glance. I doesn't matter if I look at him or not, cuz BE is just standing there all calm and shit, like Shiva.
When the RO squeezed the bicycle horn, I knew I was road kill if I didn't turn the badger loose. I actually took that first run from BE. After that, I cut my eyes over, ever so slightly. Wow, that was no harder that those other GMs that I had to squeak by to get here. The next time they blew the horn, I shot a smokin run. Blazin fast, like my best practice run on my best day. IAll my plates disappeared crazy fast. And couldn't figure out how I hit anything with the way my hands were shaking. And somehow BE's stop plate was on the bottom? WTF? Man, he's really good......
At least I was alive this far in. I think we pushed it to best 3 out of 5 after that. The last couple of runs it was like he had an extra gear that he didn't show earlier. I didn't advance in that shoot-off, but the thrill was like going five NASCAR laps with ol #43.