THE QUIGLEY SHOOT

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  @Paladin1873 · 1 year ago

  In the late 1980s a friend of mine ordered a Sharps rifle, but was later told his order had been delayed because they were busy making a special one for Tom Selleck to use in an upcoming movie about a sharpshooter who travels to Australia.  He eventually got his Sharps and I went to the range with him so he could test fire it at 600 yards.  What a sweet, gorgeous rifle it was.  It would be a number of years before I finally got to see "Quigley Down Under" because it only played for about week where I lived when it first came out.  Now I have it on DVD.  Great movie.  I also have the soundtrack on CD and like to play it as I cross over the Continental Divide in Montana where we retired.

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  @billkunert7281 · 1 year ago

  Tom Selleck was at his best in westerns

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• AN

  @andrewingram2108 · 1 year ago (edited)

  On my bucket list! Both the Quigley Shoot and owning a Sharps!

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• TE

  @teresac.5882 · 1 year ago (edited)

  We've been going to the Quigley since 1997.  😊  Everyone is super friendly and we always have so much fun.  I've made lifelong friends out on that Montana prairie.

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  @harleydartez · 1 year ago

  My sharps is the crown of my collection. When the guys all get together for a range day. My sharps is a must bring.

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  @Vikingwerk · 1 year ago

  I can Hear the Quigley event from my house 😂. Mostly nice weather for it this year, even with the rain.

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  @GhostSenshi · 1 year ago

  I’ve always loved that movie. So cool that it inspired this event.

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  @ejherndon127 · 1 year ago

  I live in Forsyth.  The Quigley is the big event of the year around here.  Always run into folks from just about everywhere.  It's quite the thing for our little town!

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  @Fite1989 · 1 year ago

  In Germany my Shooting-Club hold a Quigley-Event as well but adopted to our<br>possibilities. We’re limited to 100m and more age appropriate rifles are allowed. The bucket is shrunken to about the size of an hand. The proceeds is given to a good lokal cause. <br><br>Another thing a shooting association in germany even has an approved paper target for the bucket

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  @Old-Dog-Max · 1 year ago

  Crazy Cora! I swear, she was adorable. As long as that movie&apos;s been around, I watched it for the first time just a few months ago. Loved the scene where Quigley ends with the statement, &quot;Never said I didn&apos;t know how to use a colt, just didn&apos;t have much use for them.&quot; I, too, was always more inclined for the longer shots, but have only owned a 22 with scope for plinking. Today&apos;s story is a refection of days long past. You Can Never Go Back. This morning I watched a You Tube video about the last episode of Little House On The Prairie. The theme was about how the town of Walnut Grove blew itself apart because an unscrupulous person took ownership of the land it sat on and the townspeople decided he may get the land, but he wasn’t going to get what they had created. They literally destroyed the town. <br>All week I’ve been thinking about the number of times I’ve returned to locations that meant a lot to me in years past only to be disappointed by the changes that time unavoidably caused to my precious memory. My first experience of this phenomenon took place 25 years after I was stationed in Elizabeth City N C. At the time I was hauling freight all over the country driving a !-ton Dually pulling a 40’ gooseneck flatbed trailer. Upon unloading in far western North Carolina, I don’t remember exactly where, with no load in return, instead of heading for home in Texas I took the opportunity to drive across the state just to make a visit to the place I had spent slightly more than 2 years in the prime of my adult life, where I created enough memories to fill a novel many times over. Those were very happy times with lots of adventures. Last week I talked about roasting peanuts in the repair shop oven usually dedicated to heating bearings and the like used to rebuild helicopter generators. There was also the time when my closest buddy who was also my roommate and I got lost riding dirt bikes in the Great Dismal Swamp. It was a huge area of many miles of criss-crossed fire access roads. We had a DNR map of questionable accuracy for guidance, but after hours of going in circles finding our way out was looking hopeless. We accidently came across a logging operation with a busy crew of loggers all drenched in sweat, busy in the steaming hot environment. As a note of the times, this wasn’t that many years after civil rights had become a hot political topic, this was definitely the deep south and a very secluded section of the wilderness, and we were a couple of pale white boys now surrounded by a very dark collection of workers. Now I’m not the least bit racist, but I wasn’t that far from my high school days where in a class of 500 students there were but maybe 2 or 3 black kids all together. I hate to say it, but it was fear of the unknown. That said, they graciously gave us directions to the nearest highway, and couldn’t have been nicer to us. <br>Another story of my 2 yrs in North Carolina was the time this same roommate and I trailered our dirt bikes to his home town of Big Stone Gap VA. While there the rear end of his Chevy Vega gave out and we decided to ride our dirt bikes back to the base after our weekend trip. A distance of 450 miles that proved to be more challenging than we ever imagined. Thinking if we left a few hours earlier than normal, we packed up and pulled out around 1PM. Extended road trips on motorcycles more suited for climbing mountains turned into an arduous task that droned on throughout the night. Temperatures fell after dark and we put on every scrap of clothing we had with us, including rain suits just to cut the chill. My bike was a Suzuki 250, his was a 185. About 50 miles from the base his smaller engine seized up solid and using a very short strap tied between us I towed him the remaining distance to the base. We arrived at 7AM, with just enough time to shower and report for muster at <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52eFOa4GNj4&amp;t=450">7:30</a>. Making fun of our exhaustion, I commented we would have a &nbsp;good story to tell our grandchildren. &nbsp;As it turned out I never had children and I question whether he ever shared the story. <br>Another story from those years was the time another buddy borrowed an old early military jeep from a friend who told him to take it to the beach and have fun. We loaded up a couple other friends and headed to Nags Head beach where the Wright Brothers took their first flight. We headed north along the beach, wondering how far we would get. We stopped to visit the Cape Hatteras Light House which was eventually moved inland about 3000’ due to rising ocean levels years later. We also passed another long abandoned Coast Guard station probably a left over from WWII. Continuing along the shore line, we were cruising about 40 MPH when we went over a rise on the beach. In a matter of a second we found ourselves about 20’ from shore with the jeep almost up to the hood in water, coughing and sputtering as it struggled to get back on solid sand. Along the way we passed a couple shiny metal roof tops of cars that got stuck in the sand and were claimed by the ocean. Sunk to their roof tops, the surf and tides had ground away every indication of paint and they glistened in the sun. Fortunately the old jeep limped its way out of the surf and in short order returned to proper operation and we continued on. We made it all the way to Virginia Beach with no further problems and returned home by acceptable highways.<br>As close as I can find, they no longer allow citizens to travel the beaches to the extent we could back 50 some years ago. This was my life in the military, everything from flying in helicopters above the Virginia beaches with the side door open, cruising along looking for sunbathing beauties on roof tops, only to accidentally fly into a bunch of high flying kites at the same altitude and quickly coming to a halt hoping to not suck one into the jet engine intake. Everything from exploring Civil War Southern Plantations complete with slave quarters, to following the Great Dismal Swamp Channel, the oldest continually operated man made channel in the U.S. The new Mustang I arrived with had 40,000 miles on it 18 months later. <br>Flash ahead 25 years, and I drove all day just to revisit a place from my past that brought great personal memories to mind. It was a hot dusty August day. My ride through town showed me nothing that was part of my memory. It was run down, not even a ghost of the past years. Back in previous times there were quaint older properties, showing wear and tear from past decades. Now it was just rotting decay. The quaintness had long disappeared. A deep sadness fell over me as I spent a too warm night sleeping in my truck at a rundown truck stop. The next morning I headed west for home. &nbsp;<br>So many times I’ve tried to return to something. When I returned home after two years away the highway system had changed enough I really had to pay attention to find the route back home. Thinking about Guam and how it was 25 yrs after WWII and knowing it is now another 60 &nbsp;years since I was there, I know it wouldn’t be the same. When I left the 1st McDonalds was under construction. The same for the first ocean side highrise resort. I know the whole island has been commercialized beyond recognition. The house I grew up in was sold for $42.000 by my mother only to be completely renovated far beyond &nbsp;its original design and was listed for $350,000 10 years later, likewise the first of the two properties that meant the most to me. <br>Life moves on with the only thing remaining the same is change. Whatever piece of your life that was truly a special moment will never be the same again. You truly can not go back in time. I never felt that emotion as strong as this morning watching the NBC You Tube commentary on why The Little House on the Prairie ended as it did. It was in the contract, the land owner where the set was built stipulated that when the show ended the property would be returned to its original state. You can never go back in time. Make memories while you can.

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  @JeffRamblin · 1 year ago

  Rarely do YouTube videos increase my heart rate , this one did . One of my favorite movies as well . Looking forward to a hearty meal ! &nbsp;👍😎👍❤️

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  @jeffborden9529 · 10 months ago

  Dayum i miss my 74 sharps. I really wish i didnt have to sell it :-( it was a uberti italian clone but boy it shot great :-)

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