ammunition. Targets were plentiful, but ammunition was not, with the industry not having fully recovered from the demands of wartime. To get through this season the members would be able to buy some target loads, but would have to rely, to some degree, on the old junk shells that had been lying around the garage or basement for years, no matter what the shot size. The annual dues were established at $3.00, and the cost per round, targets and ammunition (when available), would be $1.75.

Saturday skeet shooting began in June, and most of the members, again this year, could always be relied on to show up and shoot their weekly round of skeet. Due to ammunition shortage, a single round a week seemed to be the rule rather than the exception. The majority were still learning the game, and had no thoughts or desires toward competition, either asa group or individually against each other. ‘They were following the established local skeet shooting rules with the gunstock dropped below the shoulder, instantly released targets (subject to the reflexes of the member sitting in the pull house), and all of the Single targets taken before the doubles. Hitting 50% of the targets was considered a good day, and the best score shot while the Club was situated on the North River Road was Dr. Gil Houston's 20, out of 25.

It was during this summer of 1947 that this writer had his first exposure to clay targets; and I remember, aS a young teenager, returning in the North River Road, with a friend, froma Saturday's fishing trip to Gates' Millpond, and noticing the shooting going on to the left. Like most inquisitive youngsters we bicycled into the Club and watched the proceedings for a few minutes. I recall being amused at the loud yelling for targets and the few that were actually being hit, and Mr. Hyndman, asking us if we wanted to try a shot. We shyly declined, and quickly vacated the area in favor of some far more exciting pursuit such as heading for the Rendezvous Restaurant

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