Range of Interest
New and exciting things were common at the TF. Top left is a photo of Chris, Beth and our next door neighbor who the kids christened "The Unibomber". He isn't really but he is ... well shall we say, kinda different. He had a pet wolf cleverly named Lobo. I never fully realized how big wolves were, till I met that one up close and personal. The photos on the right portray the excitement associated with getting the family bus mired in the mud. Yanno a van can dig a real impressive hole when you sink it to the floorboards in what doesn't look like mud to start with. And it has always been a place to take friends along who haven't had a chance to shoot in years.
The fun of hanging out and tellin tall tales (no I don't think Pete or Jim are buyin Pa's story either, but it never stops him. And the pleasure of working out with custom crafted Mauser heavy barrel laminated stock, scoped with a Timney trigger that is smooth as glass.
And of course what shooting expedition would be complete without the classics? I can still remember Chris's expression ... he was much younger .. when he first fired the last round out of that ole M1, and it flicked the clip out automatically. I would characterise the look as somewhere between "Whut the hellwuz that? and Wuz that supposta happen?" The lower picture on the left was not taken at the Tick Farm but I had to put it in somewhere. Dave and Chris and Pa were near the Grand Canyon, travelling to Camp Pendleton to visit Pete Pam and the kids. Ma flew down and we picked her up there. It turned out to be the last run of the Cookie Crumb Express. After that trip she was retired.