My neighbors Morris and Marie, on the boat All Hans In, next to me at the marina, invited me to "their shooting club." Quail Creek Plantation. "We had a BLAST!" Per usual, I misunderstood. In my mind it was going to be an indoor range where we shoot pistols. Turns out its two separate courses of outdoor Clay Pigeon shooting ranges. Each course has 14 separate shooting platforms. Some elevated and others at ground level. The mechanical skeet throwers are programmed at different speeds and throw all over the place. (it was all way beyond my training level.) I think the last time I used a shotgun was back in high school. My shoulder is very sore today! Feels like I was kicked by a mule.
