Tourin with the Gober Twins

I wont to let you know how thangs went at the Missippi Cup Match. The Gober Twins, John an Chris picked me up bout nine o’clock Saturday morning. Ya could tell rat off they wuz from the city. They got lost in Hanna. I gave them good directions too. Jes go through Hanna pass Nelson’s store, (it burnt down in 57) till you get to the Cotton Gin, (Tornado got that in 48). Keepa goin past the Simmon’s place (whar Katherin Burleson lives). I gits a call from Chris a askin me if he went past road 127 was that too far? He said he wuz in front of the Shropshires farm. Whut?... Oh the Penely place where Mrs. Shropshire lives now. Yep keep comin Chris you ain’t at the end of the road yet. Wa’ll he got thar an off we went fer a nine hour drive. Wa’ll closer to a eleven hours an let me tell ya why. We jes leff an figgered that Missippi wuz south an east of us so iffin we took roads that went east an then south we’d git thar. Then they give me the Road Atlas to read. Not many picksurs in a Road Atlas. We made it to Jackson an wuz a goin to take 55 South to Bryam when we hears “not this exit” from the back so went on 49 fer a while. Ima lookin at the map an Chris is flyin down the road. He said “ I don’t know where I’m going but I ain’t going to be late.” We ended up in Florence so’s I go to the gas station an ask for direction. The people in Missippi are so friendly an always enjoy telling me whar to go. We finally made it to the Days Inn Via the scenic route. Met some of the shooters at the Motel. Neil Allen was there with who he called Little and Large, aka Ron Williamson and Mark Ikstein. They were outside discussing the wonders of the Universe, an drinkin beer and not the 3.2 stuff. Oh well, Report on the match. Made it to the match early Sunday Morning an met the rest of the Squad. The Gober Twins, Big Jon Richards, Cliff Cargill, Dan Miller an Jim Lowman. We wuz a gittin ready to shoot our first stage an heared this fast bang,bang,bang,bang,bang,bang,bang,bang…….bang, ding…ooh..ahh. then it went, bang,bang,bang,bang,bang,bang,bang,bang..bang…bang…bang,bang,bang,ding an then some wurds I cain’t spell. Must have been Mark on Stage 4. Dang Stop plate. Wa’ll anysway we wuzza shootin this here steel stage, three close targets.. from 10 to 14 yards way then iffin we wanted to we could try to hit the 35 yard target to git 1 second offin our time afore we hit the stop plate. You could not make up a lot of time on this one, but you shur could lose the farm if you tweren’t careful. I wanna let you fellars know thet them stages we shot were some humdingers. On one stage you’d take on a steel popper an two paper targets from the lef side then through the winder, same set up an you had the same thing sorta set up at the rat side then the same almost in the back. Jes afore I wuz gonna shoot it the RO asked me to let him know iffin I had planned to back up. I tolt him that I could see no reason to back up. An then he pushed the timer…… I ripped off five shots on the leff side an jumped to the rat side an jes about that time I remembered the winder sos I hollered I’m backing up now. I guess I needed one of them beepers to let them know a wide load was a commin their way. I shur hope that I at least I got style points. You shoulda seed Cliff shoot the Wobbly Bridge Stage. On the signal he glided onto the bridge an shot the three targets to the rat on the bridge an moved forward enuff to hit the other three whist still on the bridge. A quick jump to the other side an shot the back six targets with two hits each an he wuz dun. Tha is whys we calt him Cliff, Smooth as Silk, Cargill. Not to pick on Cliff atall he did however, member the one stage with the four paper targets with two hits each and then the steel stop plate? Wall if my math is good that comes to , les see 2 plus 2, plus 2 plus 2, then add one that’s 9, Les jes say that Cliff’s ninth round indicator is a wurkin jes fine. Lak I sayed them stages war shur fun to shoot an you need to git thar nex yar. After the match Cliff Cargill an Scott Womack. Met John me an Chris at the Sports Bar thar in Byram. Nuff sayed Beer wuz involved. . Wa’ll we left the nex morning an them Gober Twins never larned nuffin, they gave me the Road Atlas to read agin. It went ok till we hit Paris, Texas. We wuz on the loop around Paris an Chris wuz in the far leff lane when we come up on the exit. He put the car into a Tokyo drift an hollered, “ Is that the Exit?” Yeup. Tars were a smokin, engine wuza a screamin, an I wuza lookin for the dammit handle. (Editor’s note, he means the entry assist handle located near the top of the passenger side door) an John in back looked up from his book an then went back to reading. We just got off that loop jes in time cause when we leff it looked like turn three in a NASCAR race. Pieces of cars an tires a flyin in the air an three Texans hangin on the guardrail waiving their hats an drinkin their Pearl beer a hollerin “STAND ON IT!!!STAND ON IT!!!!!” We wuz behind the wall an jess kept on a goin. I made it home with no more problems an Chris an John had a nother two hour drive ahead of them. I’d lak to leave you with wurds of wisdom tolt to us by Ron Williamson. “ On a five hit steel stage the worst compliment you never want to hear is (Hey ..Nice reload).” Better close fer now An you fellars need to git to a few matches lak this one, Later Tater.