Actually, the first time I went sporting clays with my dad . . . I got 5/6 and it was on the hardest station of the entire course . . . It's where the clay pigeon flies overhead and you have to shoot it. I got four then the fifth I didn't even look at cause I had been distracted and didn't know my dad had sent it flying. Wasn't looking and didn't have the shotgun to my shoulder, but I still hit it. The sixth I missed 'cause my rhythm was broken . . .