My first day of the shooting league was a disaster. Maybe because I was the newest rookie or something, but I did exceptionally poor. I shot twenty-five rounds of shells and hit only seven clay pigeons. I blamed it on the gun I used. I used my brother inlaw's gun cause I forgot the one I had used the previous Saturday at home.
The second week was better than the first week. "I had a better gun". I shot the first twenty five rounds and hit seventeen. That's a better score. We also moved further away from our former sport, about twenty-three feet away from the original spot for the second shot. Twenty-five more rounds of shells were dispensed and I managed to get six. It was my first time to shoot from that distance and I was impresed with my shots.
If I blame my dismal performance on the the gun I used the first day, then last Thursday's shooting is unexplainable. I can't find any thing to blame it on. I was just BAD!! It was frustrating to loose almost every shot while guys all around you continued to destroy the clay pigeons. It was too embarassing.
However, it was fun. I always enjoy shooting at the range. I also took it as a sportsman, losing is not the end of the road, rather it gives me an oportunity to improve. Being frustrated or whining doesn't help us that much. What are we going to do about our frustration? Quit? That's not an option.
I walked away with a few tips and the resolve to do better next thursday. I will let you guys know how it goes next Thursday.
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