Years ago at the Salisbury, MD club, Ralph Petley was shooting his last round for 1000 straight in 12 gauge. A shooting buddy from my club was recruited to fill the squad and he was a chatter. On station 8 low house option, Ralph got a bird that Jesus couldn't have hit and sure enough, Ralph missed. He looked at the referee waiting for the "No Bird" which never came. My friend asked Ralph whether his presence on the squad had caused him to miss his thousandth bird. Ralph turned to him and gave him a dirty look and told him "No you didn't cause me to do anything." Ralph's wife was at the back of the field, too far away for him to throw his gun and have her catch it, so he reluctantly held onto the Beretta and walked to his truck.
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