Turkey Shoot
chronicled by
Mike Munsil
I won a bottle of rum. When my Dad tried to confiscate it I made an enormous scene and forced him (with the bystanders cheering me on) to pay me $5.00 for the bottle of rum. Then I was going to buy 10 more tickets and hopefully make a bundle off him, but he wouldn't let me. Said it was too expensive. Dad didn't know whether to be mad or proud, so instead he just drank the
rum.
In 1964 we had the annual Turkey Shoot at the Gamboa Skeet Range. I was just old enough to enter so I paid my $0.50 and shot. You fired one round from a shotgun at a small paper target and the bb closest to the crosshairs won.