I believe I am going to rebarreled one of my 6GT’s to Creedmoor and build it as a light rifle, mimicking, a Sportsman division, but since I’m no trophy winner and never will be again, I’ll just enter open. That is unless they create a class for 75 year olds and older who are blond, live in North Louisiana, are naturally good looking and were born in the month of October. Even then, I’d probably finish second in a one man class.
In a way, once upon a time something similar actually happened. The judge of a horse show had to literally run for his life. At the end of the Stake Class to determine the champion of the horse show, he judged them carefully, decided none of them were worthy of being the champion. The highest award he gave was for third place. There was some MAD folks that night.
Midnight Sun, the champion of champions of the Tennessee Walking Horse. Showing the natural running walk of the TWH before they began the soring and padded shoes and all other sorts of aritifical aids to make the “big lick”.
Our Little Champion S Fashion’s Flirt could hit this lick and won many classes as a flat shot Plantation Pleasure horse. Never had to worry about taking her through inspection, she was never sored.
Around 1990, plantation pleasure became very popular and the trainers starting soring plantation horses. Watching them,, they looked for all the world like the cartoon dog Goofy “walking’’ around the area. It was not long till we decided that it was time foe us to get out of the show horse business. Flirt was only 7 years old when she got her retirement. Won more blue ribbons than all of our other horses combined. She was the terror of four states. In her younger days, she even made the tie in the National Futurity.