Years ago I lost my provisional driving license (16 years old). I was bored, angry, etc. I broke down my shotgun and strapped it to my 10-speed and rode over to the Braemer shooting range in Edina.
I had enough money for one round of trap.
The older guys in their vests and attire looked at the skinny kid with long hair, t-shirt and cut-offs warily. I hit all 25! (First time!!) Broke down my shotgun and rode home.
Great story! When I took my test we had to shoot a clay pigeon and I had never shot one before. The clay was thrown and I dusted it but I had held the shotgun in such a way where it gave me a bloody nose.