Well, the only stress at Wilton' matches is either self-induced or from the ball-busting that goes on between relays. There are no prizes, only the scoresheet that gets sent out a day or so after the match to the members who regularly compete. So, your moment in the sun if you do well lasts as long as the short term memory of the membership, which is fleeting at best. I'll be 70 later this week and as I think I might have mentioned this here before, my shooting partner calls me "kid".
Wilton is truly a unique club. Pretty much everyone is shooting antique iron. Hepburns, High Walls, 44-1/2 Stevens, Springfields, Krags, Peabody's, Martinis, Enfields, Rolling Blocks, etc.. Yeah, there is the occasional Tikka or AR variant. But the old iron rules and also seems to rule on the scoresheets. We have one member that has a huge collection and shows up with a different rifle at every match and normally shoots the match offhand. Everybody gets along. Everybody helps one and other. One shooter will give another shooter a scope, a set of sights, inserts, etc., because he's no longer using them and wants to see them go to a good home. Someone needs powder, another will dip into his stash and share a pound of powder.
Yesterday, we had dogs with meat sauce, on the club. The guy that cooked is also an avid ice fisherman and he contributed about 5 lbs of freshly fried up yellow perch as finger-food to the lunch.
I consider myself very lucky to be a member of this club. Hell, just having a club like this near me is a gift. I've belonged to a lot of clubs and none of them have the kindred spirit of Wilton.