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The Rules with No Name Photo Album, Page THREE |
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The Top Row of thumbnails are of my gaming group and I (and children) setting up and playing the Practice Game for the 1st Annual Cow Town Turkey Hunt, which was held at Fall-IN! 1998, Gettysburg, Pa. The bottom row is the actual convention event. A good time was had by all who attended.
The Fall-In event, which succeeded in spite of not being on the program (and this with plenty of advance notice from me, ahem...), and being placed in what is essentially a utility room with sheets on the walls. I had to go around soliciting players, but had no problem getting about 6 guys who wanted to play.
The Practice Run, which I held at my house, was very raucous. We played pretty late, and things got chaotic as the players forgot the agenda and just "commenced ta killing"! Bob (for once) kept a cool head and mopped everyone up by actually paying attention to the victory conditions and gathering the most turkeys. Who would have figured that?
Stampede??? No thanks, Just had
one! |
"While I'm in here,
hand over the loot, okay?" |
The hat, the dazed grin,
and the empty expresso cups all mean 1 thing: Bob won the Turkey Hunt |
"Never turn your
back on the train... you don't know who might be on it!" |
"Daddy's Got that
Weird Glow in his eyes again, Mom!" |
"Rick shot the
Sheriff, but not the dep-u-ty! Bad Luck ol' bean" |
"Run into a herd of
skittish longhorns to get a turkey? Sure!" |
"It wouldn't be a
decent game without some homicidal coolies in it" |
"Some day, son, all
this will be yours... hey, try to stay awake, willya?" |
Start of the Great Cow Town Turkey Hunt, Fall-In 98... Say, how about those classy accommodations, huh?
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Look, I know it's late, but you violated the Code
of the West, Okay?
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