Narrative Essay On Trap Shootings

“Pull” *BANG*. When I was about seven years old, my entire family would make the drive out to Lakeview Trap and Sports Club in Muskego to watch my dad shoot trap. At first, I wasn’t especially interested in the sport considering I didn’t particularly understand the rules. As I grew older, the premise of pointing a shotgun at a clay target, squeezing the trigger, and observing a cloud of orange dust explode as the result became increasingly exciting. Five years flew by and the day finally came where I could begin my journey of learning how to take part in one of the three major disciplines in competitive shooting. Now I am currently a senior at Mukwonago High School and have been involved with trap shooting for six years. Within those six years of shooting, I have been a part of various sixteen yard, handicap, and hunt and cover leagues. I have also been a member of our school’s shooting team ever since it was formed in

Multiple attempts following that, I didn’t fare much better if at all. It was incredibly frustrating to shoot so frequently and have an outcome with little to no improvement. At many points in time it was extremely discouraging too, but I knew that the only way I was going to succeed is if I kept at it. The saying “practice makes perfect” always circulates in my mind when I shoot because there is an unreal amount of truth associated with the phrase. The more you work at something, the more likely you are to achieve your goal. This became a reality to me when I shot non-stop throughout fall, winter, spring, and summer. Finally, towards the end of summer, I shot my first twenty-five. It was a nerve-racking yet joyous moment when the scores were called out. Since then, I have excelled to shoot an average of twenty-three each season. If I hadn’t of chosen to persevere through the difficulties and hard times, I wouldn’t be the great shooter I am