I was at an antique store the other day and ran across this. Of course I had to buy it and save it. Some woman ran the place and got them from an estate sale for decorating.. No doubt some hipster millennial shit. It really filled me with melancholy. This was some old local guy’s entire life right here. Obviously the thing he loved doing. This was a man who thought of himself as a Rifleman and he clearly was. Distinguished in a few ways.

A serious and dedicated small bore rifle competitor. Looks like he dabbled a little in high power but his true love was obviously rimfire position shooting.

Sadly the tape on the back of the frame with his name was too faded to read. Just a little green tape with just a few ghostly hints of ink handwriting. Hopefully I can figure out who it was. Guess it just shows how little our families care about our shooting accomplishments. I suppose unless you get super famous or make a comfortable living at it no one care other than other shooters.