As in real estate, it is location, location and location. The last registered skeet shoot I went to when I was stationed in San Diego, in December 1973, the weather was in the low forties and spitting a bit of rain and only myself and a retired Navy Chief showed up. We had a beer in the clubhouse, toasted the shoot and went home. By February 1974 I was shooting in near zero and standing on the station on the skeet field was like standing in a goose pit. Waist high snow with holes dug down to the concrete.
Skeet at Fairfax Gun Club with Bob Myers. That takes me back. Fabulous Willy's station nine!!
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