I used to shoot clay birds with my Father quite a bit. We did go to the gun club sometimes, but we had our own clay bird chucker and used to have shoots with family & friends any place we could do so. I developed quite an eye by 14 or 15, and could beat my Father and his friends more often than not. We used to load our own shells and I probably shot a couple thousand rounds per season. The best, and luckiest, shot I ever made, in front of Dad, Grampa, and several of their friends was when I hit a clay bird with a deer slug.

I have a lot of fond memories spent with my Dad shooting clays & hunting. Cherish and enjoy them while you have the opportunity.