The Wild Wild West, a time of days gone by .  .  . 

Or . . . . .  Have they?

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"There was a trouble brewing in them thar hills " . . .

 

"the nemesis Doc Sawbones"

sober and cleaned up in 1995

Donny aka "Big Casino". . .

Jerry aka "Texas Jack Morales"   . . .

and Mike aka "Poke"   . . .

Soon there were over 40 HRP members and cowboy action shooters. (The present-day club membership has gained a few hundred members throughout many states.)

 . . . while a small gang of old cowboys were hiding out in Central Oregon, minding their own business, when they were suddenly approached by a wily and unusual old cuss that went by the name of Dr. Holm Neumann aka "Doc Sawbones" SASS # 181 (now that's a low number!) Doc had taken a liking to a sport called Cowboy Action Shootin in it's pioneer days, but now he was after some "local" shootin companions. Doc did his damndest for weeks to wrangle them in. Finally, he roped in Jerry and then Don Emerson, Mike Walsh and Rick Burton soon followed. God only knows what possessed these men to go over the mountain to that Albany club that weekend and see what all the ruckus was about . . . in something called "Cowboy Action Shootin"? Never did they realize they would be cast under a spell they would never escape from, cause when these ole cowpokes returned, they were a done deal! They had been caught, hook, line and sinker, as they had "become" - Cowboy Action Shooters - for life!

. . . . and so goes the story told around the campfires of the earliest days of a shooting club in Central Oregon, better known today as the HorseRidge Pistoleros. Everyone has their own reason why they are so drawn to this sport. For some, it's the love of the Old West, for others, it's the reminiscing of childhood fantasies as they watched their favorite cowboy action star in early television or movies. Who, from time to time, does not wish for a simpler time? Still, for many of our younger members, it's the thrill of competition! Whatever the draw is, as those cowpokes soon realized, once your hooked, it's nearly impossible to break its spell.

But wait, that's only the beginning. Here goes the rest of the tale   . . . . . .

Next came guns, costumes, and SASS aliases. Guns came easy, as Koch quickly inventoried them at his local gun store, through finds at gun shows, dealers and shoots.

Costumes:

Dressing the part of the 1860's period is a SASS requirement and very important to these shooters, but back then, rather difficult to assemble. Once you did your homework in researching your alias and "look", you didn't just go shopping, as we do now. One had to be imaginative with what they had in their closet or became more than excited with a great find at a local thrift shop. (Will we ever forget the "red sash" days or Big Mama's feathers?) But through their creativity, many of our members have since won several costume contests at shooting and gun show events. (later, family members that were not shooters found a niche in one of the several venues by either "dressing the era" at club events, becoming a member and obtaining an alias, or simply helping out with club functions.)

Aliases:

Jerry Koch became Texas Jack Morales, Don Emerson became Big Casino, Mike Walsh became Poke and Rick Burton became Stoney Lonesome, although Rick has changed his alias a few times since.

These cowboy shooters attracted a few more local shooters wanting to "live the old west", and continued to attend matches throughout the State of Oregon, Washington, Idaho and California, and at major SASS matches throughout the country. For the first couple of years these cowboys and soon, cowgirls, were simply having fun, honing their skills, and making a name for themselves throughout SASS. They were winning categories, coming home with ribbons and awards, and letting other SASS Cowboys know that they were a band of pistoleros not to be reckoned with. Still, they were a club without a name or a home of their own.

Then, through the support of another member of their gang, Tumbleweed Thom, they laid out plans for the formation of a local club. Tumbleweed Thom has been very instrumental in "starting" cowboy action shooting in the Northwest and founded the Tri- County Gun Club in Sherwood, Oregon.

It's OFFICIAL! . . .

March 1, 1995, this gang of cowboy action shooters Officially formed the "HorseRidge Pistoleros". Membership rules and numbered badges were designed and assigned, and monthly club meetings and matches had begun!

The first 12 Charter Life members of HRP are:

  1. Jerry "Texas Jack Morales" Koch
  2. Don "Big Casino" Emerson
  3. Pat "Big Mama" Popplewell
  4. Gary "Popps" Popplewell
  5. Mike "Poke" Walsh
  6. Holm "Doc Sawbones" Neumann
  7. Todd "Cheatin' Irish Will" Butler
  8. Allen "Slim" Baldwin
  9. Pete "Palaver Pete" Pedone
  10. Perry "Empty Chambers" Adlrich
  11. Barbara "Shotgun Annie" Aldrich
  12. Brent "Columbus D. Shannon" Maddox  

They sent the word out that they had a club and were putting on a match. At their very first HorseRidge Pistoleros match, April of 1995, there were 22 shooters! I remember helping Texas Jack design the "challenge" to other NW clubs and then made Lasagna for the feed afterwards - and it was cold! This match was a private shoot in the snow covered hills of Sisters on private land owned by Doc Sawbones. Doc and his lovely wife Susan, generously hosted several events for the shooters in those early days including feeds and Holiday parties.

Sisters Parade - June 1995 . . .

HRP's New Home at C.O.S.S.A. 1995

    

Tumbleweed Thom, Big Mama,

J. C. Let 'er Buck Hale & Prairie Rose

Soon following was our "SASS" club membership. As stated by Palaver Pete SASS # 4375, "A bunch of mean cusses, known as the HorseRidge Pistoleros, are forming a SASS Chapter in Central Oregon . . .". and the addition of our SASS Club affiliation was formally announced in the June 1995 SASS Cowboy Chronicle.

This announcement helped support awareness of our club to other SASS clubs and members, but that wasn't nearly enough. Their work had only just begun. We needed more local people to become aware of HRP and join our club. And so they began promoting HRP locally.

The Pistoleros made an awesome impression at the Sister's Rodeo Parade in June of 95, and won a 1st Place Plaque saying so. Everyone was gussied up in their Old West costumes, on a wagon train provided by Texas Jack's business "Guntraders", and played the part of Old West Pioneers and Cowboys. Later, the gang headed for a steak feed and spirits at Doc's ranch in Sisters.

Reenactments of an Old West Shoot-out was a favorite method to promote the club and included gun safety tips by Poke and Big Casino. These were always fun events that drew a big crowd of spectators and media. We also joined in local Parades and for years had an HRP booth at the Deschutes County fair. Members were eager to volunteer in promoting HRP.

HRP Shooting Demonstration 2001

Not long after they became the HorseRidge Pistoleros, they met up with the men forming the new C.O.S.S.A. Range. Members got busy with HRP club construction at their new "home" of the HorseRidge Pistoleros, located in Millican, Oregon.  The Pistoleros hosted their first HRP match at C.O.S.S.A. in November of 1995. The HorseRidge Pistoleros have remained a part of the C.O.S.S.A. family ever since, and our annual events have been the highest single revenue source for C.O.S.S.A.

But let's not forget those early days when ole Blue Duck died a thousand deaths. Or when Shorty was rescued from a hangin before you ran down the hangman's gallows to gun down his lynch squad. Maybe a shave and cut was rudely interrupted by a band of loathsome outlaws shooting up yer town. And who could ever forget Lori Darling, lovingly remembered from the Lonesome Dove mini-series, and rescued in several HRP stage scenarios? The antics of throwing tomahawks, stabbing villains, riding horses, crawling in and out of props, etc., etc., were written into dozens of stages, and remained in the fond memories of those shooting participants.

Among the club duties, Big Casino and Texas Jack Morales could be depended upon to design and set-up stages, conduct meetings, teach new shooters safety and SASS rules, and attract new members. Scoring was done by hand by Big Mama, while Big Mama also kept us well stocked with prizes by her scouting efforts around Central Oregon. Whatever the club needed, she was always there to lend a big helping hand. Columbus D Shannon rode the wave of being labeled a "gamer" before gamers was the goal of all competitive shooters, simply by figuring out a better way to shave a few seconds off his time. When Columbus D spoke, everyone listened! Palaver Pete edited articles to the SASS Chronicle and COSSA, and everyone joined in to help and enjoy playing in the spirit of the Old West for a day. Ribbons were passed out to the category and overall winners, and prizes were won for various feats, including a Booby prize.

As you can see, we've gone from raw land and sagebrush to berms and town props. We've watched our members bless us with their participation and friendship. Some are still actively involved while others have moved on. The babies that were crawling in the dirt at the range are now shooting with us (as seen here with Last Chance Morales, at age 3). The teens that were shooting along side us then, are now serving our country and raising families of their own. (Cactus Bud right, now in the Air Force, returned from  Korea, and recently married.) We have seen stage scenarios and the tools of the trade change over the years with action jobs, short strokes, even loading ammo has become a precise science, the list goes on and on.

Our club has grown in membership and SASS participation. Each year we have hosted an annual "Shootout at HorseRidge" of some sort or another. For many years it was considered the unofficial Northwest Championship shoot and gained spectator and participant popularity each year. Then, for a few years, we hosted the SASS Oregon State Championships, and following that for 3 years, we hosted the Great SASS NorthWest Regional. Throughout the years and efforts, our club members have worked hard to create and maintain a successfull club. This ensures our members continued years of cowboy action shooting fun, for all.

Many of the founding members have placed high or won their category at the SASS World Championships -EOT, and for some, many times. New members have gone on to do the same.

And you can bet your last dollar that every year a group of Pistoleros will get together and hit the trail for Winter Range and EOT.

SASS World Championship "End of Trail" - 1996

Big Casino, Slaughter John, Judge Roy Bean, Texas Jack, Hickory and Tumbleweed Thom (kneeling)

2007 "SHOOTOUT at HORSERIDGE"       Helltown Stage

2007  Top "Master Gunfighter"  Shooters . . .

2007 Oregon State SASS Champions from HRP!

Mojave Mick, Texas Jack Morales, Last Chance Morales, Big Casino and Palaver Pete

We are changing again as now our annual shoot, starting in 2008, includes a SASS Governor's Cup match. But throughout the years and the growing pains of HRP, the original concept has never been forgotten or destroyed . . . .

We are SASS shooters, we Love the Old West, and thoroughly enjoy our efforts in maintaining all aspects of it's 1860's heritage - while we are having too much fun playing at "Cowboy Action Shooting"!


Many Thanks to Palaver Pete, for maintaining the first decade of HorseRidge Pistoleros Scrapbooks, which  most of these pictures were copied from. His years of writing articles provided me the timeline to trace back to our humble beginnings. Palaver Pete also contributed monthly articles to the SASS Chronicle and C.O.S.S.A. newsletters for many years. Palaver Pete has been one of the most positive contributing members of HRP since it's inception. Pete shoots in the Elder Statesman category and continues to place high or win his category. You can visit Pete's HRP members page to view some of his favorite pictures. Pete Pedone, aka Palaver Pete - HRP #9 Founding Member and SASS Life/Regulator #4375.

 

I hope you have enjoyed this visit back in time with the HorseRidge Pistoleros. I sure enjoyed creating it and reminising back to days gone by . . . Blessings to y'all

Leggs Balou

HRP #69    SASS #10400

 

Leggs Balou with husband Texas Jack Morales