It didn't stop raining. It would slow down a bit, but only temporarily.
I was not prepared for the cold (how many years have I been shooting?).
Own some great cold weather clothing (but sitting in the closest at home).
I wore sweatshirt and two shirts, as well as top/bottom rain gear and still froze my butt off. I had a jacket with me, but it would offer no protection from the rain and was useless. A set of good old fashioned long johns (just the top) and a pair of gloves would of made it a more enjoyable day.
Both the sub gauge course and the Preliminary offered some nice target presentations.
On the prelim course the tower machine went down for at least 30 minutes. We shot the next two stations and then returned. Of course it had to be the tower machine. You just can't walk over and make the fix.
Due to the rain a few machines acted up on the prelim course, but after throwing several targets they cleared on there own.
The club put hay down in a few areas, as carts were having issues traversing some parts of the trail in the mud.
On the prelim course on several stations I could of used some sun light. I used the lightest lenses I own, but still picking up targets on some stations late.
Using my darker lenses in the AM all I saw was a blur and changed them out when shooting 5-stand practice. At least with the lighter lenses I wasn't seeing the blur, but just had problems picking them up in low light conditions, especially with a tree background.
I don't want to become a fair weather shooter after all these years, but have to start facing the realities.
I ran into someone who shot all his events on Friday (I gather he checked the weather report for Saturday). He just had the main event on Sunday left. He looked comfortable sitting in the clubhouse all day Saturday.
Even with the rain and mud shooters seemed to have a good time and didn't hear anyone complaining.
Excellent refs on all stations.
The ladies working the desk have seen it all and I don't think any crises would throw them.
Left right after Saturday shooting to head home (never planned on shooting the main event). About 30-40 minutes later I stopped at a Burger King rest stop on I-90. In the middle of eating my burger I started getting the chills. Chilled to the bone I think is the saying.