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You lot probably know how anti the gun laws in the States I am, but in a quirky bit of fate, I actually went out this weekend and did some shooting.

I know, I know, it goes against all my principals, but it was a birthday present alright?

Nearly three years ago, Pen (my better half) bought me the ultimate shooting experience. Now what you have to know is that here in the little UK, we don't have the plethora of ranges that you Yankee doodle dandies have and I have always felt that's a good thing, but Saturday morning we turned up at this place that also had a carting track.

I had felt a bit miffed because me and motor racing are long standing friends and I wondered why Pen hadn't bought me that instead, but no, it was shooting.

So if you've been paying attention, this gift had been laying around for best part of three years and I thought that we'd end up writing it off and okay, it was a wasted present, but hey ho. Partially, the reason why we hadn't used them was when we first bought them, they didn't do weekend shoots and so we couldn't go, but now they do--as you've guessed.

Armed with a twelve gauge and an instructor, we headed off for this range with several of those traps that shoot out those little clay ash trays we're supposed to think of as pigeons. You lot call it skeet shooting, but well, you know us quaint English peeps--have to be different.

Now I have earned marxman's badges in my youth with rifles, but I have never shot a shotgun. I had heard lots of tales of the recoils on these things (an up and over Webley) being a real bitch, but to my surprise, it's not so.

Did it knock me over?

On the contrary, I was able to keep perfect control over said weapon and even hit as many as I missed. Yeah I know, I'm blowing my trumpet for being reasonably good at something. It didn't matter whether the clay was coming from the left or the right, going away from me or coming towards, I managed to hit about fifty percent of the little buggers with Pen faring pretty well too and we had a thoroughly good time--until bathtime...

I found I had a massive amount of bruising on my shoulder and although at the time the gun didn't feel particularly heavy, it obviously was and both of us ache down our left sides like you wouldn't believe.

So I'm still in favour of restricted access to weapons, but had a really excellent time.

It's a shame we can't do it more often, but it's more expensive now than when we bought the tickets and cost prohibitive for us in this lousy economic climate--oh and, we'd have to get fitter so we didn't end up aching for three days afterwards. More expense.

So there you go. Our first clay pigeon (skeet) shoot.

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