A great day, busting clay

It was almost 30 degrees, so I HAD to get out of the house. My father has become a clay shooting maniac, so I knew it wouldn't be a tough sell by dialing my old house number. It was meant with a "how fast can you be ready", "I'll pick you up at 12:30.
At 12 o'clock guess who's already in my driving, waiting impatiently?
You guessed it!
We first shot a round of sporting clays and I have to admit my father has become quite improved, it was all the way down to the last station , and I only beat him by one bird. WE have always ben so ultra competitive in everything we do, that  I knew it was flying around in both our minds walking into the final shooting box.
Never one to accept defeat, he said 5 stand, I'll buy!
that game is still very new to us, but boy their are some FAR out targets at the new Triple J course.
A great day had by both of us.