Fifty years ago I shot Skeet with a fellow named Tilghman who mounted his gun directly in the center of his chest and looked over the gun barrel. Face not on the gun at all. I remember he asked another shooter where he was on a missed bird and the fellow said Chris you know I never watch you shoot because it confuses me too much to watch you. I said over the top, which he was. From there he broke every bird for a 99. He could have changed from right to left handed by just reversing his hands. Weirdest gun mount I’ve seen. But it worked for him. The fellow mounting his gun in this film reminded me of him. Odd but effective or he would not be there.
With his miss, he was done for the day and got back into his convertible with the nicest looking bleach blond you could imagine and headed back to the beech. Maybe she liked the way he mounted his gun. Maybe it was that Caddy convertible. Never saw him again.
