It was a blistering hot day on the Texas prairie. The thermometer on my range bag said it was 110 degrees in the shade, but we weren’t shooting in the shade. I drank four quarts of Gatoraid and a couple of bottles of water, and I didn’t have to pee once. (Yes, I know that’s bad.)
Everyone was happy that I only set up five stages.
The first stage was the infamous Texas Star. I choked.
JPGs of the rest of the stages after the cut.
