The best one I met was a humble blue collar bachelor man in his 50s.

When he was younger in the 1960s, his hobby was taunting the Law into car chases and running from them. Dukes of Hazard style. As he aged, he mostly spent time around a skeet field as a hobby and social event. But then he developed a bit of a flinch, and started only shooting a Browning 425, with .410 tube set, and no front bead on the gun. And he became a wizard. He overcame his flinch, and when he would knock the tubes out and go hunting, dove shooting, or sporting clays with the 12 bore he was the best all around wingshot I ever knew.