It was one of those nights in sporting clays league. Everything was working, and I was “in the zone.” To me that means a night when I’m not thinking too hard and as a result the majority of targets disintegrate in satisfying explosions – centered!
My squad was nearing the end of the round and I stepped into a station that was a single and two report pair. I loaded two shells into the Beretta 303 20 gauge semi-auto and smacked the first target. I replaced the shell and broke both halves of the report pair. Then suddenly I wasn’t thinking enough. I dropped in one shell and hit the button to close the action and called “pull.” The first target looked like a trash can lid, and I centered in nicely. The gun was empty with the action open, I put the safety on and turned to leave the station with a let’s-see-the-rest-of-you-do-that grin on my face.
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