Skeet Shoot

“I shot with 3 other guys that were there (crowded on Sundays). One was very friendly and tried to help me out, but I couldn't hear a word he was saying (earplugs). I'd just point to my earplugs and shake my head. He probably thought I was slow or something, b/c when that didn't get the point across, I resorted to just smiling and nodding. First round, I only hit about 4 or 5 out of 24. [...] Second round I hit about 8 or 9 and was starting to feel the rhythm on Stations 1 & 2 and 6 & 7. I still couldn't get my timing right on 3, 4, 5, & 8. The clays seem to cross faster than I can react, for now.”

“Hesitant, but excited to see who had inherited my grandfather's shooting technique, one by one we placed the shotgun heirlooms in hand. One-hundred-fifty rounds later, my cousin Tia and my sister Alaisha had the greatest success. Onlookers near by were amazed how easily they were striking their targets in mid air one right after another. Even I couldn't help but look to actions to take note. I, on the other hand, realized after missing several of my marks that I may require a few more hours of practice. Despite my oversight in aim, I finally found success right before we packed up and struck my mark after discharging the shotgun twice. I jumped and high-fived everyone, excited that I too had what it took to be a part of the newest family tradition.”