ROUND ONE
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ROUND TWO
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This
low-resolution video frame
shows the clay pigeon milliseconds after David Weaver launched the
target from the trap.
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This side
view of the trap release shows the target, now a blur, just an instant
before its launch.
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A moment
later, it has become a
small dot downrange, floating just above the barrel's end as I look
down the comb. Time to pull the trigger.
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With the
clay pigeon contrasted against the afternoon sky and about to begin its
downward arc, the moment of truth has arrived.
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An ounce of #8 shot in a choked
pattern 30 inches across at the point of impact reduces the target to
dust. Yes, this sport is addictive.
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Split cleanly in two, the target
has been dispatched, prompting a very pleasant endorphin rush and a
sense of anticipation for the next shot.
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