Y'all missed a good one here! After arriving at the fort we (Cheryl Pakulski and myself) were greeted By Bill (at this point I didn't know how sadistic Bill could be!) and Ann farmer part of the living history staff at the fort. We set up a lean to made from my oil cloth and some dead branches we had found lying around. It went up quickly and a fire pit was dug also a canvas bucket of water was drawn from the fort well (a spiket by the black smith shop) Our arrival and set up preceded a children's day at the fort. I decided to run balls since there would be a woods walk and Cheryl laid out her trek gear from her pack. We then gave impromptu
Lectures on what we were doing and our time period and gear. We amused, entertained and scared a few bus loads of kids (something about a six foot long haired and bearded giant didn't set well with a few of the youngsters grin)
That night we went from camp to camp renewing friendships and making new friends. There were about 15 sutlers and traders and a few blanket traders. Mike Brandon and his blue shirts was there .Jim Jacobs arrived to have some fun .Now on to the woods walk.
  Unfortunately for us it had rained the night before the woods walk added to that Mister Farmers sadistic streak (grin) we were in for an interesting time. We were mustered outside the back gate of the fort and broken into groups of six so the waiting would be more bearable by all. Cheryl, Jim and I were in the second group and Cheryl using a borrowed gun. When our time arrived we started out. At this point I should remind ya 'all that it had rained the night before so the walk in to the start of the shoot was quite interesting oweing to the fact that Kentucky has no flat ground and all of us were wearing moc's. One poor gentleman (I'm using that term loosely grin) had a sudden urge to take a seat on the ground with nothing hurt but his pride he shall remain nameless to save him embarrassment (but he was wearing a pretty blue shirt and stood about 6'4 or better). After about a quarter mile of this slipping and sliding and crossing a small creek by jumping from rock to rock we arrived at the start where we met the first group coming out. There was some good-natured ribbing and bantering back and forth between the groups. Most notable was Mister Braoson's quip about there was no lieing about the scores when someone asked what he was doing there then (grin sorry Mike)
We were then escorted by Mister Farmer who informed us that any miss fire would be counted as a shot and a zero score on that target. So off we went to the first of eight targets. Here's were Bill's sadistic steak started to show His pension for using natural things like mushrooms, cane, leaves, feathers, forked sticks, and clay balls which had a bad tendency to blend in with the surroundings made life and shooting interesting. But with skill and luck (lots of luck!) we made it through and some of us even found and hit the elusive targets.
That night a fine feast was put on by the fort for all. So next year you might want to think about attending this fine event and see what other things Mister farmer can dream up to plague us poor shooters.
 
                                                                                                     Y.H.S.
                                                                                                  Bill Miller
Photos courtesy of Greg Biddle