My son and I have been trying to shoot an informal round of skeet and trap on the weekends he doesn’t work at the gun club. It is a weather dependent thing, and we miss going as often as we go, simply because it isn’t pleasant to shoot in the cold. I have been attempting, without much success to become a right handed shooter, but, I typically enjoy watching Chris have a good round,and that has had to be enough of late.

Typically.


This past Sunday, it warmed to perhaps 22 degrees, with a truly gloomy sky. The kid wanted to go, so, we packed our range guns and headed over to the club. I have been shooting an All Weather version of the Remington 1100, in 20 gauge, trying to develop the muscle memory and skill it takes to switch to shooting off my right side. We stood around waiting outside to shoot skeet, a mistake, as we were both shivering when our turn came. We both shot a dreadful round of skeet. Hey, whatever, there has been much of that in my world for a few years. The boy suggested we warm up inside, and led me to a spot the pullers hang out between rounds, a cut in the ductwork of a furnace, that warmed us up nicely. Then we went out, warmed up, and proceeded to have two very good rounds of trap in the gloom. Chris ran 24, and, for the first time in 6 years, since the detached retina in my left eye happened, I ran 25 straight.

A younger version of me, shooting left handed, would manage a half dozen straights a year, in a good year. Often enough to not be shocked when it happened, but, really happy that it had. I never took the 25 straight patches you get at the club when it occurs, as it never meant that much to me. But, my son escorted me into his place of work, went to where they are stored, and made sure I walked out with one on Sunday.

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It was a good day.

Best,
Ted