Deep in the heartland of America, nestled between the prairie dogs and buffalo, lies the grand state of South Dakota. Not just another spot on the map, oh no, this place is something special. It’s a land where the corn grows just a bit taller, the sun shines just a little brighter, and the kids, well, they're the best riflery practitioners this side of the Mississippi. These kids aren't just your everyday, run-of-the-mill, pop-tart munching youngsters. They're sharp-eyed, steady-handed, and as patient as a tortoise racing a snail. Meet Scooter McCormick, a twelve-year-old boy with a knack for hitting bullseyes and cracking jokes. With a mop of red hair that looks like a campfire on a windy day and freckles scattered across his face like constellations, Scooter is the champion of South Dakota riflery. He’s got a laugh that shakes the prairie and a aim that could hit a fly perched on a cornstalk from a hundred yards away. Scooter and the rest of the South Dakota riflery gang spend their days honing their skills, laughing, and, of course, eating Scooter’s mom’s famous buffalo burgers. They’re a rowdy bunch, but their rifles are always pointed in the safe direction and they respect the power they hold. They've turned riflery into an art form, and it's as much a part of South Dakota as the wide blue sky and endless fields of wheat. These kids are more than just riflery enthusiasts, they're the heartbeat of South Dakota, and they wouldn't have it any other way. After all, in the words of Scooter McCormick, "Bullseyes and belly laughs, that's what South Dakota riflery is all about!"