Sporting clays was the Sunday game of choice.
The weather was beautiful, but several of the fishing spots I frequent were too high for comfort. Sans boat it can make for tricky fishing, beyond the fact that chocolate brown water makes seeing fish impossible, and tends to cut down on the visibility of your flies to fish just as much. So I decided to keep feet on terra firma, and pulverizing some flying clays seemed as good a choice as any for outdoor recreation. I haven’t screamed the word “pull” in at least four years, and despite the fact that when the pics were taken I was standing at a station where I shot six for six, for the round I managed a pathetic 35%. Even my shooting partner creamed me, but I’m still going back soon – it was a hoot!
Sadly however, not only was my shooting rusty, but so was the gun on my shoulder. I had lent it out several years ago on the promise of a clean – it came back wiped, but I never thought about checking down the barrel. A couple of hours of hard work pre-outing produced a lot of brownish pads, and I was thinking there might be some irreparable barrel pitting. Thankfully, after a second post-game cleaning it isn’t as bad off as I originally thought – it isn’t perfect, but it might be the perfect excuse for adding a Citori or Cynergy Field/Sporting Combo to the lineup later this summer…
…that is, assuming the rivers stay high (which I wholly suspect on this last winter’s hell-acious snowpack), I can keep the golf handicap under 72 before a mid-summer jaunt with old friend, and of course…I don’t keep shooting like I play golf.