>Never tried "Clays" - you can't eat-em!
At the same event I mentioned above, our club chairman had a bit of fun with the leading skeet shot from the SA squad.
The guy stood on the first station and called for his first bird. He mounted the gun fluidly and made the shot well before the clay reached the crossing point. The clay ducked and flew on unbroken. Everyone was gobsmacked because this guy could hit 99 ex 100 day after day and regularly cleared 100 ex 100. He was the best skeet shot in southern Africa for Glub's sake.
He called for his repeat bird and blew it to dust. Likewise the low bird and the pair. Everyone else cleared both the singles and pair so he was one bird down on even us club shooters.
On the second stand exactly the same thing happened. A small chip broke off the clay but it didn't break. This was unbelievable. He changed guns and opened a new box of cartridges.
On the third stand the high bird flinched again and visibly moved off trajectory but landed in one piece.
Smelling a rat, he broke his gun, walked over to where the clays had landed and picked one up.
"You %^*$$^!" he shouted.
Our club chairman who was also the manager of the carpentry workshop had got one of his guys to make up some wooden clays, painted them black and given them to the trap boy with instructions on who to target.
After the restart he shot 99 ex 100 and got his revenge by grabbing our chairman's lucky shooting hat, throwing it into the air and shredding it.
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