You’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.

It all started when I casually told a buddy, “Hey, I’m interested in precision rifle stuff.” I swore I wouldn’t go full crazy — no wildcat wind-cheater cartridges, no ridiculous gamer gear, and definitely no driving hours to matches. But we all know how these things go… that’s how addictions start.

Months later, I casually dropped a hot-steaming “Your Mom gives me wind calls” on a buddy. I thought, “I should make a meme about this.” That quickly turned into “That would make a good sticker,” which then evolved into “That would be a great shirt.”

And now here I am — hopelessly addicted to shooting precious metal at steel plates and turning the random nonsense my brain spits out into merch...instead of remembering to shoot Target B twice and not three times.

My loss… your gain.

If you made it this far, I appreciate you being here. Thanks for sharing my sense of humor and for supporting my effort to make steel go “ding” more often than my buddies.