I had only held a shotgun once before in my life, and that was 10 minutes prior, shooting at a piece of cardboard. For that shot, I wasn't holding the gun quite right, and the butt of it kicked me like a mule. I could feel the bruise forming, so I was taking special care this time to press it firmly against my shoulder. I was being told that if I did that, it would feel like a push instead of a punch.
I closed my left eye and lined my sight straight down the length of the barrell.
Safety off.
Finger on trigger.
"Pull!"
A second later and I see it, almost hovering out there. Watching someone else do it, you think you have to react instantly. I felt like I had all the time I needed and more. I took aim, turned a few inches to my left, and the next thing I saw was a fireworks display of shattering orange fragments. And no pain in my shoulder.
Whether I was a natural at shooting skeet or had a simple case of beginner's luck I was content not to discover. I quit with a perfect record. I hope to come out of retirement soon though. Should it be offered, another shot at glory will be hard to refuse.
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If you come visit me, I'll take you to go shoot skeet in my backyard. Me and my friend Ryan used to go all the time. He was much better than I was, but I did do my fair share of "tearing it up."
Aye, what about you almost blowing my knee caps off and putting the rest of the Groomsmen in danger? You fail to mention that matey.
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