Here is my shootin' buddy, Mark, waiting for our turn to shoot.
This was my 4th year at the Quigley, so I think we have the gear mostly sussed out.
Rifles, ammo, spotting scope, massive quantities of cool beverages, folding chairs for the waiting-around, cross-sticks, and various small doo-dahs. Most everyone has a cart of some sort to schlepp all the gear around.
Each shooter is assigned to a letter group, A through F, who they will shoot with through the whole match. As one group finishes shooting at each target, the whole gang moves en masse to the next target down the line, to the right. Unless you are in the lucky letter group that starts at target 1 Saturday morning, everyone gets to do the mass migration from target 6 at the far end all the way back to target 1 at the beginning, and the line is not quite half a mile long. Plus the haul to and from wherever you were able to park, over as many days as one shoots. Hence, the popularity of shooting carts.
Saturday afternoon was blazingly sunny, at 89 degrees and 89% humidity, with the sun-ball just cooking your brain. Sunday morning was cool and cloudy in the low 60's. There was hail and thunderstorms overnight...