Let me see if I can explain the conditions a little bit, or at least provide some visual.
The 3-day competition had different conditions from day to day but they had some similarities. It was a beautiful weekend with plenty of sunshine, low humidity (for Texas gulf coast) and very few clouds. The weather forecast on Thursday indicated winds from the North on Friday and then switching to the SSE on Saturday and more windy but still from SSE on Sunday. This is the Texas Gulf Coast in the spring, changing conditions, usually accompanied with copious rain but Match Management had ordered plenty of sunshine long in advance.
When we got to the team matches on Friday morning, it was dead calm, and most everyone figured it would be a trigger-pulling exercise. It was not going to remain that way.
The scores do show that the conditions were great for the first match but the wind was starting to manifest itself after the first pit change. I coached the team almost exclusively by flags on Friday knowing that a north wind at our range would not let the mirage reveal the true conditions.
Let me pause here to explain that the Juliff Range at Bayou Rifles in oriented south to north. We shoot virtually due north. From the 1000 yard firing line the first 3-400 yards are closely guarded on both sides by trees which were pretty much in bloom in late April. At the 600 yard firing line, the trees on the right side (East) come to an end and it's fields as far as human eye can see. On the left hand side (West) the tree line is another 100 yards or so further in but there is a tree line all the way to the targets. Behind the 1000 yard line, we have a full line of big trees, “sheltering” us from the south wind.
So on Friday, the wind was coming into our faces, but would alternate from NNW to NNE and sometimes, pretty quickly. We have flags on both sides of the range at 800, 600, 400 and 200 yards or so. The first two sets of flag are pretty useless as they are in the protected area and our bullets are fast and low to the ground, rising slowly. I never look at those unless they are standing up.
The second match started and by that time, people had forgotten how gorgeous the conditions were at the start, like it had been a dream. I continued to stay away from the scope and concentrated on the flags. The few times that I looked through the scope I was just confused as the mirage would disagree with the flags for a while, then start agreeing and shortly after, the flags would change their tune. I mostly ignored the mirage and did everything on flags. Those last three shots of the match after a 10 minute pause reinforced my belief in the flags.
The next morning, Saturday, the first match took place under near-immaculate conditions. I promptly shot myself out of the competition by cross firing midway through my first match and that set the tone for my weekend. As the day progressed the conditions worsened somewhat with the wind coming more from the east than from the southeast or SSE. It was variable and it created elevation issues, something for which, Bayou is well known. I spent the rest of my day shipping meticulously prepared, expensive jacketed lead to the 1000 yard line 210grains at a time. Don’t crossfire on the first match.
On Sunday morning, I found that I was squadded in lane 21, the furthest one on the right hand side, shooting along the tree line. The first match was OK. I was still dejected by my performance (or lack thereof) of the prior day, but hey, “I’m alive, I’m shooting rifles in competition and I’m surrounded by friends.” Conditions were pretty good and the scores reflected that.
Some even thought we would get away with decent conditions for the last match and we would avoid what was to come. Silly people, this is Bayou Rifles we’re talking about; Juliff Range.
When I got on the line for my last match, I placed my spotting scope on my left as usual and I aimed it so it would present the line of flags on my right, just like I had done during the first match in the morning. I would look through the spotting scope and verify that the flags were in the position I had decided was “my condition,” take the shot and come back to confirm the flags were the same. Easy peasy.
When I got behind the rifle for the second and final match, I positioned my spotting scope the same way and then looked through it to confirm that I was seeing the flag line as before. That’s when I noticed something I had not seen in a long time. The way the scope was lined up presented me the flags near the bottom of the scope, meaning the scope was angled up a bit. That was fine because I just wanted a glimpse of the flags just like during the first match. I had the scope focused at about 650 yards so I would have the 600 and 800 yard flags in focus due to depth of field. However, that also gave me an image of the mirage at about noon on Sunday, and I saw the mirage waves going 30-50 feet in the air coming in from the right (east) in a torrent. We all think of mirage as that river that flows quickly on the target line, either above it or below it. Here I was watching a veritable monsoon coming in from the right, from the bottom of the scope to the top of the scope. To give you an idea, if you saw the movie Independence Day, when the alien spaceship destroyed New York and we saw sheets of flames traveling down 5th Avenue, from street level to the top of the buildings and beyond; well this was the same thing but without flames and with cows instead of cars being blown around.
With that vision seared into my mind, I went ahead and shot one of my worst scopes ever. Soon enough, the other relays followed and they got to play in those conditions also. Flags, mirage, tree branches; they were all meaningless and I salute those who conquered it. When I actually called the wind right, I was rewarded with elevation issues that threw me into the 8-ring with a sardonic chuckle. My very last shot of the competition was my single solitary X for that relay.
My congratulations to the winners and my thanks to everyone for coming out to play with us at Bayou Rifles. I hope you come back against next year, when we will try once again to come up with perplexing conditions to keep everyone on their toes.
And a hearty “well done!” to the match management; Ben Brooks, Glenn Edgard, Don Diffey, Peter Ackerson, Joe Regina and “Go Go” Daniels, the pitmaster and all the volunteers. If I omitted someone, my apologies; it's age.