Originally Posted by
koger
I shot the International Mini Creedmore, one time at friendship. I was shooting a copy of a Whitmore, not Whitworth. It was 500 meters. They had a team and individual match, since I did not have a team, I entered the individual. You shot prone, sling, with 45 minutes to shoot 15 shots. The had wind flags out. You had to have a single trigger, non set. Metal buttplate. I reworked my double set, removed back set trigger, which made me have two stage take up, but let off about #3. I shot musket cap, 500gr. 451 slug, with 5 grease grooves, SPG bullet lube and a felt over the powder wad underneath, 95 grs 2FFG! I had only meant to just shoot some shots for fun, but in doing so did well enough, some guys from Alabama talked me into entering. I remember some guy from England, making snide remarks about cant believe someone would show up and zero their rifle, having never shot this discipline and then enter the match. I didn't get mad, just buckled down, and beat him and 3 of his smartass friends that were there. I placed 7th overall in World Standing. The target then, was a steel plate, 24"x 32" with a white painted middle, and outer edge black about 6" wide. You got a 5 for white, a 1 for black. I had 9 centers, 5 black, and one missed shot. After we were done, relays were finished that evening, they opened the range for informal shooting, one of the Brits mouthed off I was just "bleeding lucky". I asked him if he believed that enough to wager $20. We did, and when he asked what the bet was, I stated that I could hit the target, off hand with a sling, within 3 shots. We bet $20, as did my best buddy and one of his. I hit right under first shot, caught the stand. #2  both hit the bottom edge of the black scoring ring, and me and my buddy ate steak that night, courtesy of a couple of pissed of Brits! Before leaving that evening, I told the gents from Britain, this was not the first time, British folk had underestimated the shooting skills of us southern folks, from Ky, Tenn and Georgia and the likes. The inquired as to what match I referred, I replied well we had a little scrap with you fellers from 1776 on for a few years, you sent a guy named Ferguson to teach us hillbillies a lesson, up on Kings Mountain, outnumbered us 3 to 1. I explained that Old Ferguson was so cocky he declared that no one, not even God could remove him from the mountain, much less a backwards bunch of leather britches hill men! He was right, he is still on that mountain, where we shot him and he was buried. Along with most of his men, them that did not surrender, they was shot to rags, with only a few of us southerners hurt or killed. Some folks never learn! They shut up an never said another out of the way word, and the boys from Alabama about peed their pants they got so tickled.