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Article: Faux hunting: sporting clays is the closest thing to being afield.
- Article from:
- New York State Conservationist
- Article date:
- April 1, 1998
- Author:
CopyrightCOPYRIGHT 1998 New York State Department of Environmental Conservation. This material is published under license from the publisher through the Gale Group, Farmington Hills, Michigan. All inquiries regarding rights should be directed to the Gale Group. (Hide copyright information)
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The bounding rabbit streaked for cover but I was ready. A quick shot, and the bunny shattered into a hundred pieces of clay...
Walking the woodland path, I shouldered my shotgun as a spinning target that flew like a teal rocketed skyward from behind a hemlock. As it reached the apex of its flight, I connected solidly with a load of number 8 shot.
I was telling my partner how pleased I was with my shot, when something that passed for a pheasant burst from a stack of thick grass. It quartered from my right to my left, offering a tricky crossing shot. Failing to adequately lead the brightly colored target, my shot fell far behind it. I watched helplessly ...