He was very fair but an infraction of any rule, especially how to hold the rifle when moving around with it, was dealt with immediately. I earned the National Rifle Club’s sharpshooter’s medal with bars under his tutelage. We also went to other towns for contests.
Again...no one was shot. Ever.
Even more jealous now.
You should go by the name Sharpshooter.
I used to get out to Odessa quite often when I was driving long haul. There is a warehouse for a retail chain I can’t remember the name of. Used to pick up clothes in New Jersey or crackers/cookies at Nabisco in Richmond, Va for delivery there.