Where to start...
Last week I posted about picking up my 1979 870. After many hours of cleaning and minor stock repairs I had to sit and stare at it for the better part of the week. Yesterday I rounded up my friend and his new Mossberg and formulated a plan to escape female eyes and go shooting. Initially we had thought to just go to the same ol' boring indoor range to fire off a few rounds and rest my mind that all parts of the wingmaster worked as they should and call it a day at that. He arrives and we hop in the car. We pause and he says, What do you think about trying that sporting clay place near Sanford.... I smiled.
45 minutes later we arrived at Deep River Sporting Clays. Neither of us had ever shot at anything but paper and we were very excited. We walked into the "club house" and gazed in wonderment at guns and other equipment that we could never afford. I walked up to the counter and said "Hi, we are new and know nothing..." He smiled.
A voice by the door piped up" lets go"... we followed. He introduced himself as chuck, an instructor and employee, and proceeded to introduce us to the world of sporting clays.
Stand 1
The 870 went bang when the trigger was pulled...the clay did not. It was a great relief that the wingmaster worked as it should. Billy hit his first clay and was stoked. I missed all at the first 3 stations and was just as stoked. Chuck took great time and patience with us. He gave us pointers about follow through, and aiming a little low. He complimented us on our choice of first shot guns and did nothing but build our confidance and allow us to have a great time. By the end we were hitting 60 to 70 percent and having a blast!
On the ride home we were laughing like kids. We are hooked.
We did not have one bad experiance all day. No one said anything because we were new, or did not have fancy guns. Our good attitueds may have had something to do with it, but man I will give those guys my business any day.
What a blast.
Dave, you did smile upon me....
Last week I posted about picking up my 1979 870. After many hours of cleaning and minor stock repairs I had to sit and stare at it for the better part of the week. Yesterday I rounded up my friend and his new Mossberg and formulated a plan to escape female eyes and go shooting. Initially we had thought to just go to the same ol' boring indoor range to fire off a few rounds and rest my mind that all parts of the wingmaster worked as they should and call it a day at that. He arrives and we hop in the car. We pause and he says, What do you think about trying that sporting clay place near Sanford.... I smiled.
45 minutes later we arrived at Deep River Sporting Clays. Neither of us had ever shot at anything but paper and we were very excited. We walked into the "club house" and gazed in wonderment at guns and other equipment that we could never afford. I walked up to the counter and said "Hi, we are new and know nothing..." He smiled.
A voice by the door piped up" lets go"... we followed. He introduced himself as chuck, an instructor and employee, and proceeded to introduce us to the world of sporting clays.
Stand 1
The 870 went bang when the trigger was pulled...the clay did not. It was a great relief that the wingmaster worked as it should. Billy hit his first clay and was stoked. I missed all at the first 3 stations and was just as stoked. Chuck took great time and patience with us. He gave us pointers about follow through, and aiming a little low. He complimented us on our choice of first shot guns and did nothing but build our confidance and allow us to have a great time. By the end we were hitting 60 to 70 percent and having a blast!
On the ride home we were laughing like kids. We are hooked.
We did not have one bad experiance all day. No one said anything because we were new, or did not have fancy guns. Our good attitueds may have had something to do with it, but man I will give those guys my business any day.
What a blast.
Dave, you did smile upon me....
