by JL Curtis
Jesse leaned over to the old man. “Dots, Papa?”
“I don’t know, Jesse, but I’m guessing it’s not going to be a fun stage. Probably something like a dot torture target, but colored dots and something else thrown in. And if it’s on top of a ridge, wind’s going to play a part.”
Tracing the route again, he laughed softly. “Damn that is almost a vertical climb to get to stage seven. That is gonna hurt.”
Concern wrinkled Jesse’s brow. “Papa, are you going to be okay doing these? I mean this is a lot of walking, climbing and all, and you’re not exactly young anymore.”
“Hell, Jesse, this is no worse than a typical day on the ranch, and I’m not in that bad a shape. This is all about heart rate, breath control, and knowing when to take a shot. We’re not going to win, but I don’t believe we’ll be last either.”
Kyle held up a card and waved it at the room. “Here is your time card, you will be required to keep this with you at all times tomorrow, and here’s how we will run this. On command, you will punch the clock to start stage one, do your shots and proceed to the next stage. At each stage you will clock out and hand your card to the RSO. He or she will brief you on the engagement and when you have received the brief, you will clock back in and shoot the stage, then proceed. If, as has happened before, we have more than one team on a stage at the same time, you will not be put back on the clock until the previous team has completed the stage, so the time waiting will not be held against you. Remember, it’s cumulative time and score, so if you forget to clock out at each stage, you’ll be adding time that could cost ya.”
Kyle leaned against the table and looked out over the teams. “Now, one last thing before the barbecue: we’re going to do a low light night shoot starting at 1900 as a bonus shoot, so participation is NOT mandatory, but we’ll have some fun with it. The other thing is show time is 0800 tomorrow morning for check–in and breakfast; and we will have two presentations that you are welcome to attend on optics and long range shooting, and new technology rifles and bullets and their impact on long range shooting. These are being sponsored by American Snipers dot org, and y’all might find them informative. Now the food’s out back, go eat!”
At that point, the room erupted into noise and movement as folks headed for the doors to get in line for the BBQ. The old man and Jesse hung back, and didn’t take part in any of the byplay going on. Matt walked over, and Jesse asked, “What is the dot thing he was talking about?”
Matt shuddered. “It’s fuc..er… damn diabolical that’s what it is. It’s about 100 dots on a board, but they are NOT all circles, they are various shapes, but all of ‘em have dots in them. And the colors are mixed all over the board, you get up there, draw a color and then each of you will have to hit five dots to clear the stage. There is no ammo limit, but you do have to hit all ten to clear the stage successfully. Last year some folks ran out of ammo trying to clean that stage, and basically DQ’ed themselves, but they were allowed to finish. Last year it was about a hundred ten yards, so just enough off that people were dropping shots low.”
“So, one minute of angle at one hundred-ish yards is roughly one inch, and you’re expected to hit five of five each?”
“Yep,” Matt replied. “First thing is range the target and then go high or low from there. I’ve got incremental dope for twenty-five yard intervals all the way out to a thousand yards, since I screwed that one up last year.”
Jesse turned to the old man. “Papa, we don’t have anything but a hundred yard dope! What are we going to do?”
Grinning at her and Matt, he said slyly, “Why, we’ll have to improvise, adapt and overcome.”
Matt burst out laughing and just pointed a finger at the old man. “You got me with that one!”
Chatting quietly with the two Marines they moved through the line and picked up plates of BBQ, the old man jerked his head, and he and Jesse went back to the truck, unlocking the tailgate, they sat on it and ate the BBQ and fixins. After they’d finished, he looked at Jesse. “Well, do you want to try this night shoot, hon? Or do you want to blow it off and go back and get some sleep?”
“Papa, I don’t care, but if we ‘need’ bonus points, I’m all for it, and shooting tonight would give us an idea of what they might do to us on the stages.”
“Good point, but let’s reserve judgment until we see what they’ve got up their sleeves.”
Getting up, Jesse grabbed the plates and headed back to the clubhouse, asking over her shoulder, “Coffee?” The old man just nodded.
After a restroom break, Jesse hit the coffee pot, getting two cups and putting their fifty cents in the can. As she was turning away, Kyle smiled and held out his hand. “Miss, I’d just like to welcome you to this shoot, and I’m gonna apologize ahead of time for the language you’re gonna hear the next couple of days. I’m kinda surprised y’all came all the way from Texas for this, but you won’t get the long distance award, cause that’s going to the team from England.”
Jesse smiled. “Well, I’m a ranch girl, so I’m pretty sure I’ve heard all that before, and I’ve probably used most of them at one time or another. Papa decided he wanted to do one last shoot, so this is kinda his swan song, so to speak. And before you ask, no he’s not my real papa, he’s my grandpa; but he raised me from the time I was seven after my parents were killed. So I call him Papa, since he’s really the only papa I’ve known most of my life.”
Aaron wandered over asking, “Any problems?”
Jesse smiled, “I don’t think so. Are there any problems Mr. RO?”
Kyle, a smile plastered on his face said, “Well, this is law enforcement or military only, so I’m not sure you can legally participate.”
Aaron started to defend Jesse, but she just held up her hand, “So you’re questioning my ability since this all about the old boys club huh? Well, here are my creds, and yes I really am a deputy sheriff in Texas, albeit a reserve, but I do forty hours a month of patrol or operations.”
Kyle handed the credentials back, abashed, “Well, I never doubted your creds, but some of the old farts around here were questioning how old you were, and whether you really were law enforcement. I’ll straighten them out now.”
Jesse just looked at Kyle. “I’m twenty-three, I went through the academy at twenty one, and was immediately brought on as a reserve when I graduated. You gotta understand, our county is forty-seven-hundred-square miles, and a population of a tad over fifteen-thousand folks and the total Sheriff’s department only has twenty full-time officers on patrol. DPS has eleven, and we have one game warden. When you figure a four to one ratio, that means any given time there are a total of five Sheriff’s department and one DPS on patrol in the entire county, so a bunch of us reserves are almost always available as backup or to take a call if it’s close to our place. Otherwise, it could take twenty or twenty five minutes for an officer to get from one side of the county to the other, and that’s running balls out since it’s almost sixty miles across the county.”
Kyle didn’t reply. “Any ‘other’ questions Mr. RO?” asked Jesse.
Kyle just shook his head. “No, ma’am, not a one. Somehow I think you’re going to surprise some folks tomorrow.”
Aaron was still bristling when Kyle walked off. “That asshole…”
Jesse smiled. “Just drop it. I’m used to it, but thanks for stepping up to defend me.”
Jesse carried the coffee back to the truck and handed one of the cups to the old man. They sat and drank the coffee as others started filtering into the parking lot and getting gun cases from the various vehicles. Jesse looked over. “Well, Papa?”
Throwing the rest of the coffee on the ground the old man got up, rolled his shoulders and said, “Let’s go see if we can do this, hon.”
They grabbed the rifle cases, and Jesse threw the binoculars and range finder into her shoulder bag, and they walked back up to the range. It looked like every team was there, and there were rifles of every possible configuration sitting on
the benches. They added theirs to the end of the bench, and filtered to the back of the group.
“Y’all hear me?” Kyle asked over the range PA as he tapped his finger on the mic. “Okay, you’ll be shooting in order of team entry. Here’s the scenario, you’re responding to a call, and have to stop short of the scene. The caller states there are four unknowns with guns, and his wife and daughter are being held hostage by two of them, the others have fired at him from out of the darkness. They are holding them just over the berm. You’ve got to cover fifty yards, with two unknowns holding two hostages at something estimated at around one hundred yard range. There are two other unknowns somewhere in that fifty yard stretch that you can engage with either pistol or rifle, your choice.
The old man and Jesse both looked at the situation, realizing the only light between the benches and where the targets would be was one pole light on the opposite side of the range about fifty yards out. The rest of the range was in darkness, and without much of a moon, it was going to be interesting.
“If you’re not on the line, please remain behind the back bench, and feel free to sit in the bleachers. Oh yeah, and we will not post the times for tonight’s shoot until the dinner tomorrow night, in case we need them for tie breakers.”
Team after team rolled through the scenario until it was the old man and Jesse’s turn. They picked up their rifles and walked over to the car sitting on the line. The old man looked at Jesse. “You’ve got the left. I’ll take the right, two yard offset going down range. Looks like most of the pop-ups are showing between thirty and forty yards out but lets be ready just in case.” Jesse nodded.
The RSO introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Paul and I’ll be your RO for this run. If you want to load your rifles please don’t put a round in the chamber. Place them in the trunk so you can get to them quickly, and set whatever else you need where you can get to it. Eyes and ears ahead of time, go strap into the seats, and when you’re ready, I’ll hit the timer. In two to four seconds you’ll get the beep, and then it’s on you. I’ll be following you to catch the rounds fired, and record your total time. Please don’t muzzle me or each other as you go down range. Any questions?”
The old man and Jesse looked at each other and shook their heads. Walking around the car they got in and buckled up. Paul stepped to the window. “Shooters ready?”
In the stands, Matt and Aaron both reached for their watches, ready to hit the timers. They knew from timing their runs, and most of the others, they were in pretty good shape, and were confident they’d both gotten at least ten rings, if not x’s on the targets and they had cleared the poppers fairly quickly.
The old man nodded, Paul hit the timer, and three seconds later the beep sounded. They both cleared the car. Jesse pulled the trunk open and grabbed her shoulder bag, threw it over her shoulder and picked up her rifle as the old man cleared the back of the car. He grabbed his rifle and they started jogging down range with Paul following.
Jesse offset to the left to keep from muzzling the old man and scanned ahead and left. There definitely wasn’t a lot of light and after about thirty-five yards she began to get nervous about when the unknowns were going to show. Suddenly, the poppers erupted from the ground ahead to the left and right of the line. Both Jesse and the old man drew and fired without breaking stride. The boom of the .45 and crack of the .357 sounded almost simultaneously.
Re-holstering on the run, they continued jogging to the shooter box. Both went prone, the old man scanning for the targets and calling, “Two up left one is a tighter shot, target is right. I’ll take it; you take the right one, target is left.”
“Left target 109 yards, right target 118 yards,” Jesse responded. “Going to the gun. Up, on the right, Papa.”
“On three- One, two, three…” Two cracks sounded almost simultaneously again, and John hit the timer.
In the stands, Matt and Aaron hit their timers on their watches, and just looked at each other. They had just been trounced by almost ten seconds.
“Damn, how’d they do that, Matt?” Aaron asked.
Shaking his head Matt replied, “Well, they didn’t have to stop and fumble with the holsters like we did, and they didn’t waste any time. They just went out and got it done.”
The RO stepped up to the old man and Jesse. “Unload and show clear on the rifles please, keep your pistols holstered, flashlight coming on,” Paul said. The old man and Jesse got up, unloaded and showed clear chambers to John.
The scorer putted by on his ATV as the old man and Jesse walked back to the line. Paul was looking at his timer and shaking his head. Of all the teams he’d RSO’ed tonight, this team was the fastest at 32.2 seconds by at least a ten- second margin. Now the question was how good were the shots they took? As they walked back, Paul took a can of white spray paint out of a pant pocket, and went to the poppers to spray the hit. Jesse looked at the old man’s popper, “Head shot? Or was that an accident Papa?” She grinned.
The old man smiled. “Of course. Am I going to see a body shot on yours?”
“Nah. Right eye, Papa.”
They walked to the other popper, and sure enough Jesse’s shot was close enough to be called a right-eye shot. Paul just shook his head and sprayed the target. They walked back to the line in silence, and thanked Paul for RO’ing for them. They went straight to the truck, put the rifles away and headed to the hotel.
Paul was surprised they didn’t ask about their scores, but then again, they weren’t the normal team, either. He went over to the scoring table, showed the lady the timer, and she whistled. Paul cocked his head and looked at her. “What was that for, Merle?”
“Well, they’re second fastest, and based on their shots, they’re actually leading. How good were the hits on the poppers?”
“Merle, they were jogging, and I don’t think either one even broke stride, two head shots, and they just kept on trucking. How good were the shots?”
“X and a ten ring, Paul.”
“Damn, and she’s shooting a lever gun, Merle! Tomorrow should be interesting!”
7 The Competition
The next morning, after breakfast and the lectures, the old man and Jesse grabbed coffees and headed to the truck. Knowing they’d drawn 6th place in the starting sequence, they would have an hour of prep time and a chance for the jitters to take hold. The old men turned to Jesse. “Well, are you ready for this? We’ve got an hour, so I’m thinking about a nap…”
Jesse just looked at him, surprised. “What do you mean a nap?”
“Well, all that snoring last night…”
“I do not snore, thank you very much!”
The old man chuckled, and Jesse realized she’d been had yet again, and finally shook her head and started laughing.
They turned to their guns, rechecking to make sure they were ready to run, and loading small backpacks with full water bladders, ammunition for both pistols and rifles, energy bars, and compasses, in addition to little medical blow out kits. Jesse also loaded the binoculars into the old man’s pack and the laser range finder into her backpack after putting new batteries into it. They both checked their EDC[9] lights and knives in the pants pockets, and the old man slipped five rounds into his shirt pocket. He patted the other shirt pocket to make sure he had his wheel book safely tucked away.
They picked up their rifles and packs and walked back to the line. Laying their rifles on the end of a bench, they stacked their packs underneath the table. As they walked back to the stands, Jesse stopped and pulled a hair tie out of her pocket as they looked at all the rifles lying on the benches; putting her hair in a ponytail, she reset her cap and shook her head to make sure everything was where she wanted it. Matt and Aaron walked up and set their rifles down as Jesse and the old man walked by. Jesse stopped and asked Matt what his rifle was, he replied, “Well, this is the standard Marine Corps sniper rifle, it is an M-40A5 in .308, McMillan stock, Remington short action, Premier 3 by15 Tactical on top and a Surefire suppressor hanging off the front. I
t’s magazine fed, 10 round Badger magazine modification.”
Aaron jumped in. “Mine’s an M-4 carbine with a TA-31 RCO AGOG[10] scope on top, and I’m shooting 62 grain Gold Medal Match ammo.”
Jesse smiled at Aaron, and asked Matt, “Why the wrap on the silen…er, suppressor?”
“It keeps the heat from coming off the suppressor after multiple rounds.” Matt pointed to other rifles setting on the benches, “See, about half of the rifles here have suppressors, and most of them have the wraps.”
“So those with the muzzle brakes are going to be a lot louder, right?” Jesse asked.
“Oh yeah, and don’t ever stand to the side of one of them, always get as directly behind one as you can,” Aaron said and laughed. “I learned that the hard way downrange when we were doing some vehicle interdiction.”
Jesse grinned and walked over to the old man who was lounging on the bleachers with his hat pulled down over his face. She plopped down next to him saying, “Papa, there are way too many nice rifles sitting out here. I’m almost embarrassed by that old gun of mine.”
“Just remember, the gun you know is better than any pretty gun Jesse,” the old man said. “And it’s our turn next, so let’s go gear up.”
The old man got up, gave Jesse a hand, and walked to the bench. Picking up his pack, he took out his eyes and ears and set them on the bench. He shrugged the pack on, settled it and picked up his rifle. Jesse did the same and no words were needed. Methodically, he pulled out the earbuds, wet them and seated them comfortably in his ears, then pulled on his shooting glasses. The last thing was to make sure his ball cap was where he wanted it. Looking over at Jesse he asked, “You ready, hon?”
“Let’s do this, Papa. We ain’t getting any younger.”
Picking up their rifles, they walked down to the end of the firing line, and met Kyle, the RO there. He gave them a timecard, gave them the first scenario for the cold bore shot and had them load and make ready. The old man scanned the range, and noted blue tarps blocking the view of the right side of the range and a set of scaffolding set up. He and Jesse loaded their rifles. Once they’d done so, he asked if they were ready, they nodded and the beep started them on the way.
