We shot skeet at night under the lights at one of my clubs this year. We tried it last year and I did fine until Station 8. Could not pick up those targets at all. This year, I cleared 7 without any misses, but figured I was about to crash and burn. Not sure what the difference was from last year, but this year the station 8 targets looked like big orange pumpkins. Finished my straight.
"Uh, boss? Mister Brown is worried about tomorrow's night shoot."
"Brown was shooting here before Eisenhower invented the interstate highway system. He'd arrive on a cart pulled by a mule. Life member. Fine shot. If he's worried, I'm worried. What's his beef?"
"He says he couldn't see the Station 8 pigeons at all, last year."
"Yeah. The light's pretty bad. Okay. Go see Nadine at the farmers' market and ask her for a matched pair of cantaloupes about this big. Then swing by the hardware store and get a rattle-can of fluorescent Safety Orange."
"Why don't I just buy pumpkins?"
"Pff. One day, Jimmy, you'll be running this place."
