I grew up with 22 rifles in the home. You had to bear down
and be accurate to hit something. We were on a 120 acre farm.
Flash forward to the 1990s, and one of my co-workers invited
the crew out to shoot skeet. I was around 45 at the time.
I had almost no shotgun experience. I’d shot a single shot
or two out of a few, when I was about ten.
Shooting skeet, I may have missed one all afternoon.
My fellow employees couldn’t believe it.
You had no bad habits. The problem is when you go a few times and start thinking.
I was a skeet junkie for about 5 years. Managed a 97 with a .410 once. Switched to sporting clays and competed for a number of years then worked for the club as a target setter and instructor.