This was a laid back Sunday with only three of us. And we had fun.
We had the range to ourselves that day. With Enrique’s permission, we used two ranges and set up targets in different places for each shooter. The idea was to surprise the shooter with new positions. We measured hits, but there were no limits on rounds fired. Reload when necessary, tactical reloads impressed the judges (both of us).
We didn’t measure time except if a person was too slow to react or showed himself to hostile fire longer than necessary. Then we might call him a great shooter, but a dead great shooter. It was all subjective and each of us pretended there was really a bad guy out there. The use of cover, flanking movements, anything was fair game as long as our guns were always pointed downrange. Shooters were required to holster their weapons between ranges.
Throughout the exercise, shooters were expected to keep checking behind them, above the ridges of the berms and not fix on their targets. It brought back the days of cowboys and Indians we used to play as kids.