I started with clay throwers in a field.
Met a skeet field and went totally bonkers. Got a better fitting gun, had mentors, Wore out Brister's Book, and Misseldines
Score Better At Skeet.
I broke two on my first visit to a Regulation skeet field [fancy one, big city, paved sidwalks and all]. Took me 4 weeks to run my first straight, then ran my first 100 in two more weeks. Then I "had" start running straights in all 4 gauges.
Did 200 straight in 28 ga on the same day. [I forgot 20 ga shells]. Two days later remembered the 20 ga shells and ran them. .410 was not as cooperative. I could run 99 real well, that "100th" kept alluding me. When I nailed it - I nailed it but good. I guess from "git to go" took me just under 3 months to get the .410 to cooperate.
Strolled up the Trap range to say hello to a fellow, next thing I am on the Trap line. Mentor kept whispering hold points and such, ran 23 and decided to stop for the day whilst the getting was good.
I do the "sit in shade grinning like a idiot while sipping soda" really really well.
Ran 50 straight in skeet, went home and grinned more.
Everything went downhill from there. Guns, 11 reloaders, pallets of shot, powder, wads, primers and - generally I lived in one big reloading room with bathroom, kitchen, bedroom - as add ons...and the garage was storage and docking area for brown truck...before you knew it.
Met umpteen folks, miles upon miles of travel [maybe the fields are different in TX, OK, AL,GA, FL....PA??]
Had mentors and mentored. Then I found out about 5 Stand and Sporting Clays, then a Mentor asked " whadda know about live birds - and I don't mean doves, quail and ducks".
Katie forgot to bar the door.
I would get finished with shoot and be off and burning up the blacktop to make it in time for another.
All started with breaking two on a real big city skeet field.
My heart is still in the little out of the way fields, in pastures, the south forty on ranches, with a chunk of plywood to mark the station...or near-abouts.
I had my mentors, my books, all sorts of patterning done, lots of friends and learned lots, shared lots.
Learn the mental game, I learned to stay focused going for a straight with a bull "coming our way really fast". Focus on the bird, follow thru,and then run like crazy and hide in the low house...
Never mind the idiots hiding on the high house steps laughing...
A bull can take the steps down from a high high house - ain't no steps on a low house.