Before the fall, as the Proverb goes – and to mix my metaphors, I may have bitten off more than I can chew.
You see, being a young headstrong man, I have entered into a friendly bet with Mr. Joe Huffman where at the conclusion of the Blackwater/ParaUSA shoot, we’ll shoot an El Presidente course to determine essentially who is the better shot. The winner will receive a prize TBD, since we haven’t quite figured out the stakes yet.
Now, to know me, you have to understand something about me – I have had a tendency in my young life to occasionally run my mouth with abandon (my wife is shaking her head at that); however I have been fortunate in the majority of this situations to be able to back up my mouth with skill or plain old dumb luck.
The more I read Joe’s archives, the more I realize I’m going to need a lot of the latter to win our friendly wager.
I’d imagine that right now, my Dad is reading this post and laughing at me, because I should know better than to make bets with wiley shooters and let them choose the arena for the bet.
Oh well, at least I will get a lot of practice before Joe kicks my ass!