I hadn't gone shooting since I was a kid, so the instructor's saying the shotgun "will kick a bit" was good to know.
Overhead, the sky was deep blue. You could hear traffic from the interstate a few miles away, but otherwise the air was hot, still and quiet.
Hands sweating, two shells loaded into the shotgun, one eye squinted closed, the other aimed down the barrel, I was ready. "Pull," I said and from the left, the hockey sized puck flew into the sky.
I moved the barrel of the shotgun to follow the skeet as it arced in the sky. The puck seemed to move in slow motion when it reached its highest point. That's when I slowly squeezed the trigger and...missed.
Luckily I had a full box of s…