The experience of most area clubs is that 20-somethings show up, seem enthusiastic, shoot for a while and then vanish. I suspect that much of this has to do with younger adults carving out careers and building families, leaving them limited time to pursue what is a time and cash consuming activity; one that certainly is not geared toward growing families. This may be why so many shooters seem to come to clay target sports later in life; their kids are older, time is more available, and money is somewhat more plentiful.
At our member-owned and operated club in Massachusetts, we do everything we can to engage and encourage youngsters. We have run clinics, done demos for our local Boy Scout troop and stayed after hours to help newcomers figure out how to hit targets that are moving at what may seem like 100 miles per hour. We try to take enthusiastic and motivated newbies under our wing and attempt to build some comfort and confidence, hoping to create a shooter that will continue in the sport. We often go out of our way to loan guns, find sources for shells and generally accommodate any newcomer who seems to be committed to the sport. In short, like most small clubs, we do all that we can to mentor new shooters in the hope that they will remain committed to and perpetuate our sport. And sometimes, we learn some things ourselves.
One cold New England winter morning three years ago, a fellow club member introduced me to Marissa Kessell, a young woman with an interest in learning to shoot. I run the clay target fields there.
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Tail feathers - STANDARDS AND PRACTICES
\"An armed society is a polite society,\" the NRA says in one of its dicta, cribbed from Robert A. Heinlein, a 20th-century American science fiction writer.
Day's End - IN PRAISE OF FENCEROWS
Driving north along the Hudson River, I gazed at a pastoral autumn scene: sere fields of faded yellow harvested corn, stubbly and broken amongst the clods of black earth, almost smooth from my vantage point. Spiky brown veins of wild growth marked barriers between plots. Occasionally, the gray bones of a mature oak rose among the brown shrubs to stand over the yellow fields. A sentry, keeping silent watch as white frost crystals slowly melted into invisibility.
That Time of Year Again
Without doubt. The most idyllic form of hunting in Ohio is seeking the woodcock. - Merrill Gilfallan, Moods of the Ohio Moons: An Outdoorsman's Almanac (1991)
I Don't Wanna'!
I'm an old hand at being retired, though - have been practicing for 25 years.
Hunting the Huns: Alberta's Big Sky Country
The prairies of southern Alberta are vast, beautiful and full of prime bird habitat. Crop fields are interspersed with abandoned farms, rolling hills are intersected by coulees and creek beds, and Hungarian partridge and sharptailed grouse occupy some of the best and most picturesque habitat on the continent.
Side Dish - End of Season
Sporting trips are not only about sport, as many other experiences are discovered alongside. And my trip to Lakewood Camps in Maine was certainly just that.
AN EXTENDED STAY
There is no reason to leave Michigan in the fall unless the opportunity of a cast and blast adventure at a historic sporting lodge in Maine comes calling.
KEEP IT HANDY
If you think shooting a ruffed grouse on the wing with a shotgun is tough, try shooting one in flight with a still camera.
A Longtime Love Affair
It's possible to hunt your favorite birds in a lot of different places, I suppose, but I don't do that.
Profile of an Artist: Harley Bartlett
Harley Bartlett was born in 1959 near Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. However, having lived in Rhode Island for most of his life he considers himself a Rhode Islander.