Decided to try shotgun shooting at a remote range in Montana, thinking I’d channel my inner action hero. Reality? More like an uncoordinated potato with a cannon.
First shot? Missed by a mile. Second shot? Hit the target, but the recoil yeeted me half a step backward like a cartoon character. Meanwhile, some 80-year-old guy next to me casually one-handed his shotgun like he was born with it.
Then came clay pigeons. I was ready. Pulled the trigger… and watched that clay disc sail away into the sunset, untouched. I swear it waved at me on the way out.
Final score: Clays - 15, My Shoulder - Bruised, My Ego - Shattered. Would I do it again? Absolutely. But next time, I’m bringing shoulder padding and lower expectations.
Anyone else got a hilarious shotgun fail?