I used to shoot pasture clays with my two brothers-in-law and my father-in-law; they're all gone now. A cheap hand-cocked trap but we tried our best to simulate a shot at a bird; it would even throw doubles. Gun down, two shells in your gun, and there was always somebody backing you up if you missed with both. Those guys were some of the best wing shots I've ever seen; we'd congratulate the good shots and rub it in on the misses, but we never kept score.
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