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I recently traveled to Germany for a business meeting with my European counterparts and as a "team-building" exercise, They had arrainged a suprise skeet shooting event. Europeans have the idea that ALL Americans have guns. They also were aware that I was a gun owner (because I somehow made it through 3 airports with a dozen 9mm & .22LR rounds in my backpack by mistake).
There were several German guys that were avid pheasant hunters and I hadn't shot a shotgun in 20-25 years (I used to be a decent shot as a kid) so I figured I was not going to be the best shot there. The best of them had an uncle that was a decorated german national shooting champ with shotguns and pistols.
The German hunters went first as I watch and they were very good. My turn came and I was nervous (it clearly was set up to be E.U. vs. USA) and my fellow Americans had never shot a gun before, missing every clay pigeon. Everyone cheered me as I took my station and choose my shotgun.
I shot well. I missed one of six pigeons, but after I hit them, I shot the largest piece with my second shot out of instinct/reflex. My coworkers cheered and LOVED it.
The top 3 shooters were matched up head to head after 4 rounds of 6 Pigeons. The German, a very good Hungarian, and me "The Cowboy".
The german broke all but one of his on his 2nd shot and was running his mouth and bragging. The hungarian pretty much choked. I chose to go last.
Feeling pretty confident, I told the german to Get his camera ready because I was going to teach him something. He pulled out his phone and began to film. The first 3 pigeons were downed with my first shot, 2 of which left pieces large enough to shoot again with my second shot. my 4th pigeon was shredded with my first shell. I told them to send the last 2 up at the same time. I yelled, "hop" (Their version of "pull") and both pigeons went up. I quickly shot the first, lowered my gun, looked over at the german, and quickly took aim at the second and shot it about 4 feet before it hit the ground. I then sat the gun down and took a seat without saying a word. I felt like a king.
There were several German guys that were avid pheasant hunters and I hadn't shot a shotgun in 20-25 years (I used to be a decent shot as a kid) so I figured I was not going to be the best shot there. The best of them had an uncle that was a decorated german national shooting champ with shotguns and pistols.
The German hunters went first as I watch and they were very good. My turn came and I was nervous (it clearly was set up to be E.U. vs. USA) and my fellow Americans had never shot a gun before, missing every clay pigeon. Everyone cheered me as I took my station and choose my shotgun.
I shot well. I missed one of six pigeons, but after I hit them, I shot the largest piece with my second shot out of instinct/reflex. My coworkers cheered and LOVED it.
The top 3 shooters were matched up head to head after 4 rounds of 6 Pigeons. The German, a very good Hungarian, and me "The Cowboy".
The german broke all but one of his on his 2nd shot and was running his mouth and bragging. The hungarian pretty much choked. I chose to go last.
Feeling pretty confident, I told the german to Get his camera ready because I was going to teach him something. He pulled out his phone and began to film. The first 3 pigeons were downed with my first shot, 2 of which left pieces large enough to shoot again with my second shot. my 4th pigeon was shredded with my first shell. I told them to send the last 2 up at the same time. I yelled, "hop" (Their version of "pull") and both pigeons went up. I quickly shot the first, lowered my gun, looked over at the german, and quickly took aim at the second and shot it about 4 feet before it hit the ground. I then sat the gun down and took a seat without saying a word. I felt like a king.
