Getting ready to saddle up the Boeing and head back to Hoosieropolis.
I went into this Midnight 3-Gun thing with a primary goal of not setting myself or anyone else on fire, and a secondary goal of not coming in dead last. (When I met up with my squad on the first night, somebody asked "You mean you picked this for your first 3-gun match? That's pretty hard core.")
I met my first goal with ease, and my second one just barely.
I could offer all kinds of reasons and excuses, but the plain fact of the matter is that I just need to get better. And a shotgun. Because I've got the bug pretty bad now.