We go to the one in Ridge.
God lives in Ridge, so it is only appropriate that we spend our Sunday praying to the Gun Gods "please God, let me win the Meat Box".
You just bring your smoke pole and buy their shells, right?
If we clean up, we could trade off this for that.
I've only been to one t-shoot, and I'd left the slug barrel on the Mossberg. Needless to say, I took it back to the truck before anyone noticed.
And about GOD...
I KNOW THAT! I saw him behind the counter at the Gen Store when it was locally owned. I got burgers and gravy, and mashed taters, and green beans, and a roll, AND a bag of chips. I think it was like $5.
I don't know who needs all those carbs, but back then my metabolism could handle it.