I had to share this with all of you. Some of us have fun and still have a great time at the range and are still able to compete. I shoot and have a sporting clays team that shoots in competition once a month here in Ohio. We have a team of 7 and take the 5 best scores at the end of the round. At the start of the day the owner of the club asked us if another shooter from another team (not in our division) could go with us so he could shoot early for his team. We of course said our pleasure as long as he didn't hold it against us that he was shooting with us. The day started off at 7 degrees and with the wind chill was about -5 at 10 a.m. At the first station we went through the first 6 shooters with most of us breaking 4 of 5 and then our next shooter got up. She has had troubled with her gun all year and we have been trying to get her to buy (and her husband is willing) to get an o/u, but she is stuck on this remington 1100. She hollered pull and we heard a click nothing happened, she opened it up and the shell had a ding in the primer but didn't go off (maybe reloads?). Put another in and click same thing, her husband put shells in his and fired them off (not reloads but gun). So with some harrasing about remington guns, cold weather, cleaning guns, firing pins and reloads we set off to the next stations (she used her husbands o/u the rest of the day and did well). We get to the 4th station and we asked the extra fellow that was with us what he did for a living and he said he was a police officer. One of my fellow shooters Scott said I use to live were he works and I thought he looked familiar. So I asked the gentleman how long he was on the force and he said 27 years and I asked him if he knew my friend and he said he didn't think so. Mel (my other buddy) then taps the policeman on the shoulder and seriously says if Scott turns around and puts his hands behind his back can you identify him. All of us were rolling on the ground laughing and so was the policeman. Two more stations go by and Scott is up to shoot breaks the first 3 , breaks the fourth and shoots at the fifth and we heard a puff and the bbs rolled out the end of the barrel (no powder just primer) no wad came out. Wad is stuck in the barrel , we are all rolling laughing and get on Mel about his reloads and he said he was going to blame it on Tony his young son of about 8. None of us had a wad knocker outer so Mel went up in the woods and got a branch to push it back through. Tom started to say I wouldn't do that and snap the branch broke in the barrel, now we are really rolling laughing. On to the next station and about half way through the shooters Scott is up, first shot, dead bird, next shot BOOM Scott goes backwards slips on ice, knocks cage sideways and falls into gun rack that was empty. The policeman says HEY SCOTT you found the powder from the last shell. We laughed for 10 minutes before anyone could shoot. At the end of the round we came in 2nd our best preformance of the year as a team, Mel took top gun for our league and I shot the best round I ever had. What a day great people, great laughs and alot of fun.