You Know You Are A Cowboy Action Shooter When .....

  • You spend $5,000 on a Gun Cart to carry $2,000 worth of shoot’n irons and spend another $42,000 for a vehicle to haul your gun cart from match to match.
  • Your spouse gets mad at you and uses your alias when yelling at you.
  • None of your pants have belt loops on them.
  • Your kids want to look for shells and you take them to the range instead of the beach.
  • You add Depriming and Brass Case cleaning to your kid’s daily chores.
  • After a Shoot’n Match, you get home and your hands are black, your $40 shirt is black, and there is an unerasable grin on your face.
  • Your hat won’t fit in the front seat of your truck and still seat another person.
  • You have to have your pants hemmed at the upholstery shop.
  • You just bought four guns at the Tin Star Ranch “Range War” event and you’re already dealing for two more side match guns and an 1897 Winchester shotgun.
  • Your Christmas List is twice as long as your kids are.
  • Your wife gets tired of hearing the words “Period Correct.”
  • You start planning your annual vacation around the shoot’n matches, beginning with TrailHead and ending with End of the Trail.
  • You keep telling your wife, ”I just need this one gun to fill-out my cowboy gun collection."
  • You tell your wife that you bought the reloading equipment to save money. You end up keeping 1,000 rounds of your favorite pistol / rifle ammo and 500 rounds of 12 Ga. loaded and stored in your gun cart and your gun cart standing by the door at all times, just incase someone mentions a shoot’n match within a days drive.
  • Your wife wants to have a dinner party with friends and your reply is “We can’t on that day…that’s the day of the Texican Rangers shoot’n match” or “that’s the day of the TrailHead match” etc.
  • You won’t answer the phone call from anyone who doesn’t ask for you by your alias.
  • The last argument you had with your wife was when you gave her a Procedural on shoot’n stage #5.
  • You salute the life-size “standee” of John Wayne coming and going from your Gun Room.
  • You “spec” out your new vehicle according to how many gun carts will fit inside and then how many passengers can ride inside after the gun carts are in. Don’t forget to specify the wood spoke wheels.
  • You justify your Shoot’n Iron purchases by telling your wife that “Everyone has two pistols and a rifle in each Cowboy Action Shooting legal caliber.
  • Your paycheck is on “direct deposit” to the gun store.
  • When you ask a woman you just met if you could feel how her nice lookin’ 38s fit your hands and she doesn’t consider it sexual harassment.
  • Your mother calls to wish her “Little Buckaroo” a happy 50th birthday and you don’t get upset.
  • You’re on a hunting trip and shoot a Gilbert & Sullivan prize-winning bull Elk and you get extremely pissed off because it didn’t go “Clang” when the bullet struck it.
  • You try to hide your new gun purchase by saying to your wife “Honest Hon…I just polished and refinished the old one”.
  • The footrest on your favorite easy chair has signs of wear from the rowels of your spurs.
  • Your retirement plans revolve around buying an old school bus, fix’n the inside to look like Jim West’s coach car of the train “Wanderer” from The Wild, Wild West television show and then going to every shoot’n match nation wide.
  • You’re sick with the flu for two weeks, Bill Ruger calls to ask why sales in your region are down, and you don’t own / operate a gun store.
  • You read the latest issue of “The Cowboy Chronicle” before the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition in 3D.
  • Your monthly reloading expenses exceeds your monthly grocery bills for a family of 4.
  • You spend more time taking care / fix’n your guns than you do on the homestead.
  • You take your wife to Victoria’s Secret and she can’t decide which corset to buy that will be comfortable to shoot in.
  • You take a day of vacation from work just so you can rush down to the local Thrift Store and be first in line because they ran an advertisement in the paper saying they had 30 year old 45s for sale, and you assume that they are Colts.
  • Your wife knows that Black Powder is not a shade of eyeliner.
  • Your wife sees nothing wrong with discussing her current undergarments while at a shoot’n match with the 20 men she just met.
  • You have more steel in the gun safe than in both your cars.
  • You notice a “For Sale” item in the want ad section of your local newspaper for a sharp looking 74 model. So you call the phone number listed, and ask if the Sharps Model 74 is in caliber 45/110. The one that you’ve been want’n for the “Billy Dixon” long-range side matches.
  • You get home from “socializing” all night after a match, and the jingle bobs on your spurs keep ching-chinging all the way down the hall to your bedroom giving you away.
  • Your spare tire for your car is a wagon wheel.
  • You spend more of your annual clothing budget at places like Texas Jack’s, Wild West Mercantile, Tonto Rim, Classic Old West Styles and Horsefly than you do at Wal-Mart, K-Mart or Target combined.
  • You spend too much of your time to write all these reasons down in the first place.