Awe, Man! A new guy won this year. Some new friend of DH's, a ringer from Maine of all places! (He's a customer of DH's in our computer consulting biz.) Brother Steve was second, neighbor Randy was third, three other guys and my SIL Kellie were next...and I was last; but the rest of them shoot regularily at their "clubs." Guess I'd better get right on that. Now, if I still had my M-16 flipped to auto they wouldn't stand a chance, LOL!
But man, I love to shoot. It's just nice being outside and trying out different guns. It's just fun, fun, fun. :) DH has a slight disability (repaired, though still problematic bad discs in his neck) so he doesn't shoot anymore, but keeps meticulous score.
First prize was an Amish-raised roasting chicken. Second prize was a Cornish Rock Hen, LOL! Nothing for the rest of us losers except a fun day. :)
I'm with you on that! The smell of gunpowder is aromatic. On our first anniversary in 1972, I gave my wife a bottle of Hoppe's #9 as perfume. And she's still a better pistol shot than I am.. dammit! LOL