For me it started while I lay near death. After surviving a heart attack at age 42, my brother ( Will ) got me going again. We've always shared a bond, almost like what twins feel. Shooting was in our past and now we began again. When we finally fell upon black power we found paradise. I can remember the first rondo, "we were as green as snow" pouring powder straight out the can. Even had a pistol blow to hell real fast. We got away with our pilgrim mistakes. The escape to this past era of American heritage is such a rush that you want, time, to freeze there. Every rondy is different. No two are the same. Each one brings new friends, and new experiences. It is great fun just to be there and it is jubilant to win. One must be there to know these things.