TrapperReady
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One of my best friends paid a little visit today. He's what I would term a mild enthusiast. He's got a .22 rifle and gets to the range once or twice a year, but had never fired a shotgun... until today.
Long ago, I mentioned that if he gave me enough notice on a visit, I'd take him shooting. It finally worked out today, and as soon as he arrived, we headed out to my favorite sporting clays course. I brought a couple flats of value-pack ammo, my Beretta 391 and my wife's Benelli Montefeltro.
While driving to the range, we talked over basic safety and such. We continued this over a quick bite to eat prior to hitting the course. I was glad that he'd had the foresight to bring his own hearing and eye protection. Although I always pack extra, it's nice when people are aware of these things on their own.
We shot the club's easiest course, which is ten stations... with the majority of them next to or at least close to the throwers. At each station, I'd shoot first and give him some general pointers. We used a few extra clays at Station One, but he walked away from that with a couple of hits and a smile.
As we progressed through the session, he was hitting more and more... and was particularly excited about the Incoming Dove targets. There's something about reducing the target to its molecular components directly over your head. His score grew larger, and his smile became firmly affixed.
The next station involved rabbits. Not good. But, he gained some experience and a desire to try it again.
After the first round, he had hit a respectable 21/50. Not bad for never having hoisted a shotgun before. Not bad at all.
We went back to the clubhouse and discussed our options. We also talked about the different clay games: trap, skeet, crazy quail, etc... He decided that he wanted another shot (literally) at those $&(#ing rabbits, so we swapped guns and went back out.
Having a little experience under his belt did wonders. At the end of the second round, he had hit 30/50, and dusted half of the rabbits he shot at. BTW, did I mention the smile?
Long ago, I mentioned that if he gave me enough notice on a visit, I'd take him shooting. It finally worked out today, and as soon as he arrived, we headed out to my favorite sporting clays course. I brought a couple flats of value-pack ammo, my Beretta 391 and my wife's Benelli Montefeltro.
While driving to the range, we talked over basic safety and such. We continued this over a quick bite to eat prior to hitting the course. I was glad that he'd had the foresight to bring his own hearing and eye protection. Although I always pack extra, it's nice when people are aware of these things on their own.
We shot the club's easiest course, which is ten stations... with the majority of them next to or at least close to the throwers. At each station, I'd shoot first and give him some general pointers. We used a few extra clays at Station One, but he walked away from that with a couple of hits and a smile.
As we progressed through the session, he was hitting more and more... and was particularly excited about the Incoming Dove targets. There's something about reducing the target to its molecular components directly over your head. His score grew larger, and his smile became firmly affixed.
The next station involved rabbits. Not good. But, he gained some experience and a desire to try it again.
After the first round, he had hit a respectable 21/50. Not bad for never having hoisted a shotgun before. Not bad at all.
We went back to the clubhouse and discussed our options. We also talked about the different clay games: trap, skeet, crazy quail, etc... He decided that he wanted another shot (literally) at those $&(#ing rabbits, so we swapped guns and went back out.
Having a little experience under his belt did wonders. At the end of the second round, he had hit 30/50, and dusted half of the rabbits he shot at. BTW, did I mention the smile?