Dawin Award honorable mention

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This one's creative. Sixty year old, paunchy fellow gets drunk on a Sunday morning, enters archery range at the local park, and starts heckling three women attempting to shoot targets. He has all kinds of useless and wrong advice. He gets belligerent when they ignore him, and starts saying in Spanish that he's a gangster and he has a gun at his house. (Apparently this is slang. Kirsten's Hispanic girlfriend, training to be a cop, translated for us.)

Besides those three women, there were no fewer than ten other people standing there shooting ranged weapons. Some of them had composite or longbows, and some of them had much better aim than I do. (I'm woefully out of practice and starting over.)

He eventually drifted off and hung out beyond the gate. Wallking back to our cars, we detoured to avoid him, just in case. Mergh.