Dave McCracken
Moderator In Memoriam
As often happens on my days off, I was on Range 7 at PGC yesterday when a couple folks turned up.
I had shot with Christof a few times. He shoots a Franchi auto well and loves wobble. A 30ish, average sized guy, he and his shotgun are a good match.
He brought a friend. Amy is cute, young, nigh pixie in size and has one of the Browning B 80 Upland Specials in 20 gauge.
Imagine a straight gripped, short barreled, alloy frame auto weighing less than 6 lbs. It has choke tubes, nice lumber and moves like a cutting horse. Not an ideal trap gun, but Amy made it work.
Despite being new to wobble, she gave a good account. The story was that she had shot some growing up, pasture clays with her Dad. The shotgun had been given to her sister, but she used it not and Amy ended up with it.
The stock was just a hair long. Other wise, it fit her well.
After a few rounds of wobble, Christof invited me to join them at skeet. I stuck a skeet choke in and grabbed my last box of reloads.
It took Amy a few shots to groove the stroke in. New skeet shooters oft think themselves into misses and find they hit the doubles better than the singles. We all had fiun, and the look on Amy's face as she prepared to take the Station 8 bird was reminscient of a good mouser cat at a hot mousehole. Total concentration.
And while her shotgun's not what we'd pick for an afternoon of clayslaying, it works for her....
Another shotgunner is born....
I had shot with Christof a few times. He shoots a Franchi auto well and loves wobble. A 30ish, average sized guy, he and his shotgun are a good match.
He brought a friend. Amy is cute, young, nigh pixie in size and has one of the Browning B 80 Upland Specials in 20 gauge.
Imagine a straight gripped, short barreled, alloy frame auto weighing less than 6 lbs. It has choke tubes, nice lumber and moves like a cutting horse. Not an ideal trap gun, but Amy made it work.
Despite being new to wobble, she gave a good account. The story was that she had shot some growing up, pasture clays with her Dad. The shotgun had been given to her sister, but she used it not and Amy ended up with it.
The stock was just a hair long. Other wise, it fit her well.
After a few rounds of wobble, Christof invited me to join them at skeet. I stuck a skeet choke in and grabbed my last box of reloads.
It took Amy a few shots to groove the stroke in. New skeet shooters oft think themselves into misses and find they hit the doubles better than the singles. We all had fiun, and the look on Amy's face as she prepared to take the Station 8 bird was reminscient of a good mouser cat at a hot mousehole. Total concentration.
And while her shotgun's not what we'd pick for an afternoon of clayslaying, it works for her....
Another shotgunner is born....