We all lined up behind the 27 yard line. Ollie put some rocks in the hat and threw it underhanded out above trap #2. It sounded like a howitzer fusilade going off. I fired twice while it was in the air and once when it hit the ground. Bob walked out and got the pieces, looked at it for a long minute then walked back to us with a grin on his face. I told him when he hits 200 in a row I'm going to shoot his pick up.