Saturday we started tuning up for the upcoming hunting seasons by spending a couple of hours at the shooting range, knocking down clays. We had very productive session. All of us started rather rusty, but by the end of the time, we were hitting the trap with fair consistency.
It was my solemn duty as a father to provide coaching, however dubious the value.
Will swings on a target low and moving right.
Dad breaks one.
You may not recognize the location, but this is the Prado Olympic Shooting Park, home of the trap and skeet competitions during the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics.
Pictures courtesy of my daughter Shannon.
The Great White Hunter 
here we are just swatting mosquitos but I think they are big enough to use a trap gun on them.