The Evangelist Cowboy posted a story in the Revolver forum titled 'Revolvers and Milk' that was a nice bit of prose. So, I thought I'd try my hand at just a story with no point other than to tell a story. I went to the clays practice range last Saturday to see if my new 20 Gauge Sterlingworth would fit me better without the recoil pad that was installed on it when I bought it. The 20 Gauge has the same length of pull as my 12 gauge Sterlingworth but has a much higher comb and I don't shoot it anywhere near as good as the 12 gauge. Removing the butt pad had no real impact and it was going to be a short day. Now it is hot this time of year in Mesa Arizona. It is a suburb of Phoenix and I try to shoot when the range is not so busy. That means it is often over 100 degrees when I shoot. I drink lots of water, carry a towel to dry my brow and rest often. While resting a younger man and his son, I'm guessing the son is 9 or 10 years old, walk off the clay course and set up at the other practice station. The father proceeds to shoot his 12 gauge pump with his son operating the controller to launch the birds. Eye and ear protection in place and both show safe gun handling. After a while the father asks his son if he wants to shoot and as expected he jumps at the chance. Now the shotgun looks to be something along the lines of an 870 with a longer barrel. The son picks up the gun and instead of shouldering it he tucks the extra length of the stock under his armpit. There is just no way this kid could shoulder this gun by several inches. After some instruction the son says 'pull' and not only hits the first bird but turns it into nothing more than a cloud of dust. He continues to shoot hitting around 30-40% of his shots. How, I'm not sure. But when he hit them they just disappeared. Now my 20 gauge has a pretty short length of pull just at 13 1/2" at the rear trigger. And I thought that without the recoil pad he just might be able to shoulder the gun. So I asked the father if he would like to have his son shoot my shotgun. They both agreed. Lo and behold the youngster could shoulder the gun somewhat normally though it was obviously too long for him. I shoot the 2 1/2" RST Low Pressure shells, so recoil wasn't going to be an issue. And it wasn't. After the first shot/miss we changed to the left/modified barrel rear trigger so he didn't have to reach so far with his trigger finger. Lo and behold the youngster has some talent and turned that target into dust. I don't know exactly how many he broke but like his father's 12 gauge, when he hit them they just disappeared. And he just loved the gun and its history. The youngster was very appreciative and thanked me on the way out with a respectful 'Thank you Sir'. There is hope for the younger generation. But, I believe I just cost that Dad some money.