Webb, Tim and Jeff blaze away at helpless targets high in the Colorado Rockies.
We're back from a morning of senseless destruction of soft drink and beer cans, water-filled gallon milk jugs and other targets at 12,700 feet.
Here I am flashing Tim's awesome (probably the only time you'll ever see that word in this blog) .44 magnum. It kicks like a mule but shoots with amazing accuracy. This is the gun I'd want in my hand if I had to face down a bear or some other critter that wanted to knock me off of the top of the food chain.
The road up the mountain is a one-lane boulder strewn nightmare for the average car driver. But it's just a walk in the park for a seasoned off-roader like Tim in his Jeep.
John Rode had his like-new .40 caliber Winchester lever-action rifle and Dave and Jeff (who rode up on his KTM) brought their own semi-automatics.
I took a turn with most of the arsenal, but passed on the 12 gauge shotgun, recalling the painful recoil from last year's mountain shoot-out.
As you can see, it was a perfect day - a nearly cloudless sky, just a light wind and unusual warmth for that altitude - and the wildflowers were in bloom and filling the thin air with a heady fragrance that mixed nicely with the gunsmoke.
Tim at the wheel, heading back down the mountain.
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