Half a mile or so, down the road from my place, is The Clinton Fish and Game Club. It's a private club, though open to the public one day a week. For a year or so I'd hear guns blasting away on Sunday afternoons and figured I should finally head down and check it out. They were at first understandably wary about being photographed, thinking I was doing an anti-gun feature. I hadn't shot a gun since I was twelve but managed to hit 5 out of 6 clays, launched two at a time. Following my display of beginners luck they figured I was OK and invited me back. I pop in every now and then to shoot (pictures).