I shot rifle competition in the Army at the local level, got started in pistol competition locally and worked up to 2nd Army level and qualified for Camp Perry. Got out at the end of my obligation and shot in police competition at local and state levels in a couple of jurisdictions. It got very serious, with much practice, exercises, diet, etc. One day I came home from a match stressed out and my wife asked how the match turned out. "We won!" "Then why are you so upset?" "Because I dropped a couple of points I shouldn't have dropped!" She waited a while, fed me supper, and in a quiet moment said,
"You started this competition business because you enjoyed it.
It doesn't seem to me that you're having much fun any more."
A friend of mine named Jim Bell, a former Marine, was into muzzleloading and had a repro 1861 Springfield. This was 1968 and quality replicas were few. He knew that I had a battered old 1858 Remington and a restored Harper's Ferry rifle that I had shot while in college. He said, "You need to hang up your match guns and come shoot blackpowder with me. Muzzleloaders have matches too, but they're having so much fun it doesn't really matter who wins."
Jim was right! I finished that season with the pistol team, put my unmentionable match gear aside, and never went back. That was 56 years ago and I've never regretted it. I've been truly blessed with good friends, great experiences, and more joy and laughter and just plain good fellowship than I could have imagined. Jim is gone now, though we remained friends until his passing just a while ago. So are many of the others who's trails and mine crossed over time. I'm sharing a picture of Jim and myself taken at a rendezvous here in Texas a few years ago. I'm the little guy in the blue shirt, only 6 foot 2 back then. More stooped now, with arthritis and busted spinal disks. And age. Anyway, that's how I got into muzzleloading, and buckskinning.