Skeet shooting is a sport that many enjoy, but, often, it can be more than enjoyment. Many people have gone on to compete in skeet shooting contests for prizes and even money. Whether you enjoy skeet shooting for the fun or if you shoot competitively, you can always work on your shooting accuracy. There are a variety of things you can do to improve your skeet shooting that can help you be number one at your next competition. Following are 10 tips that you can use to make your skeet shooting the best it has ever been.
1. Get the Right Equipment – When you are skeet shooting, having the right equipment is of utmost importance. You will want to make sure that you gun fits you right and that it feels right to you, as well. If you are uncomfortable with your gun and how it fits and feels, this will affect your shooting accuracy. Other equipment that may help you includes ear protection, so the noise will not startle you and a hat to keep the sun out of your eyes.
2. Find a Comfortable Mount Position – Some people choose to mount the gun high and close to the body, while others choose to keep the gun low and away from their body. If you are shooting skeet in international competitions, you will be required to do the low mount, but, otherwise, you can usually choose the position you want. Find which position is the most comfortable and use it for the best accuracy while shooting.
3. Body Position – Your body’s position is just as important as the position of the gun when you are skeet shooting. Make sure that you have a firm stance and place your feet about a shoulder’s width apart to get the best position. This will keep you from losing your balance and will help keep your muscles from tightening or tensing at the wrong time and jerking your shot off.
4. Breathe – When you are shooting, make sure that you breathe and relax before your shot to maintain your body’s relaxation. As you walk from place to place, be sure to keep breathing and make sure you are not holding your breath.
5. Point the Gun – It is very helpful if you point your gun in the direction that the target will be. Getting your gun and your body in position for the next shot is very important. If you are already pointing your gun in the direction of the next target you will be ready to make an accurate and quick shot.
6. Focus on the Target – It is important that you focus on the target you are shooting at instead of on the barrel of the gun. Focusing on the target will insure a more accurate shot since you are focusing on what you are actually shooting at.
7. Make a Decision – If you are shooting pairs, you may want to decide which target you are going to shoot first. Making this decision ahead of time is important so you will not have to think about it and miss the shot while you are thinking.
8. Mirror Practice – To get your swing and mount right, you can practice this move in front of the mirror. A smooth, quick swing and mount will enable you to be more accurate. When you practice in front of a mirror, you can check your body position and make sure that you are keeping your body straight.
9. Make a Change – If you are having a time when you are consistently missing the targets, you should make a change in what you are doing. You can change the position of your feet or your mount position to try to correct the problem.
10. Practice – One of the very best things you can do to become more accurate at skeet shooting is to practice. Practice every part of the skeet shooting process from your stance to your swing and your final shot. The more you practice and become comfortable with the process, the better you will do.
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i just started skeet shooting and i enjoy the sport very much ;
i find it easy to shoot doubles then singles i think that i get to inxious shoot and end up shooting behide .
and i also find my self not shooting consistency as far as mounting the
the gun and shooting with both eyes open any tips
thanks for help
It sounds like you may need to practice your follow through. You may be stopping the gun as you pull the trigger. The target moves on and the shot arrives where you were aiming originally. It’s a common fault in many sports and needs some practice to overcome. In a way it’s like working against your instincts.
I am 3,688 weeks old and am proud to be able to assist in a very small 4H shooting sports program. I picked up a used 870 and started shooting again after a 30 year layoff. I would appreciate any guidance to obtain good video (DVD) for training these young shooters. I have always been a better instructor than dooer. i.e. my son shoots par golf and I still have trouble breaking 90. I just want good info to pass on to the kids. Bad habits are hard to break and I don’t want to pass on my bad habits. Thanks
Hi Carl. I guess that makes you around 70 but its an interesting way of looking at your age. Its good to see your still shooting away. I’ve always said it’s a sport for any age.
As for a good DVD, there’s always Amazon. They have this one but I have to admit I have not watched it. I’ll see if I can turn something up with a few recommendations from other.
I’ve been shooting all my life at wild game ,skeet, or sporting clays.
I have to tell you, nothing I’ve experienced matches the excitement I’ve seem in my 14 year old’s eyes the first time he broke a target which may I say, was only a few weeks ago. It has not been that I haven’t asked him to go, he would come and watch me all the time. I don’t know what has come over him to take to the sport of sheet but, I am truly thankful that we have found COMMON GROUND!!!
I forgot to state my age. I’m 42 .
Hi Jerry,
That’s great. I think it always good to find sports that you can share with your kids. It was my dad who got me into hunting and skeet and we spent a lot of time together. In fact, now that he has gotten into his later years he is not so keen on hunting and I spend less time on it as well as a result. The good news is you’ve got quite a few years ahead of you yet.
I’ve been hunting all my life and I’m 53 years old now. I was asked this year to join a skeet league which I’m really enjoying. I’ve never shot Skeet, Trap, or any other type shooting events. We started 5 weeks ago and only breaking 9 to 13 clay targets. But after reading the Ten Tips To Improve Your Skeet Shooting, watching Expert Village.com and getting tips from the guys on our team I consistantly break between 18 to 23 clay targets. But what really helps is the practice rounds we shoot during the week. So anyone looking for good shooting tips check out Expert Village.com you won’t regret it. One other important tip is remove the Modified choke (for hunting) and replace it with a Skeet choke
I am 16 years old. I have been shooting ever since I was 8 years old in the 3rd grade. I guess shooting competitively just came naturally to me. I am in Texas 4-H shooting sports. I am the Pres. of my club have been for 4 years. I am a member of two clubs, the NSSA, NSCA and 4-H. I am in the TOP 5 ALL-AMERICAN in 4-H also a Texas State Ambassador. And I am working towards the Texas State team and then later on USA Shooting. But, even after all the shooting I have done and all the awards and places I’ve gotten I still find faults. Practice makes perfect and if you don’t get enough of it further and further away from perfect you will drift. I find myself very inconsistent when it comes to shooting Skeet. One day ill shoot a 75/75 and then the next day ill shoot a 65/75. The only thing wrong is I cant seem to figure out what my problem is. Also need some tips on how to control being very nervous and missing targets.
I am 19 years old and I shoot competitively for my college. Although I have hunted all my life, I didnt become serious in trap and skeet until I went to college. I plan on shooting at nationals in San Antonio next spring but I have trouble hitting the high house on station 5 and sometimes station 6. I think this may have something to do with my foot placement. Any suggestions? This may help me get that perfect 25 ive been after! Thanks.
Also on tip #7, ive been told that on doubles it is required to pick the bird that is moving away from you otherwise you will be penalized.
Hi, I am 31 years old , and I am practicing skeet shooting , I have a problem that I always close my left eye and aim , I break targets with this . On the other hand , when I open my two eyes - as my trainers advice- I miss. Any advice?
Wassup nigg. I can shoot the orange things from…five thousand yards away. My record is 75/74. (I shot one twice) Sometimes i like to go to FFA skeet shooting thangs. I am a redneck. I like to shoot deer, fish, skeet, niggers, rats, spiders, rabbits,dinosuars, and dip Copenhagen Long Cut. I wear my damn boots to funerals of people i don’t even know. Thats how redneck i am. I got a 96 Z71 silverado with the damn headers coming out the hood. Let me tell you a little joke. Little boy went out behind the barn one day, he was playing with hisself. All of a sudden, for the first time in his life he ejaculated. It just splattered all over the rock, just wet it good. Scared that little boy to death. He went running inside, said, “Daddy. I was out behind the barn, i was playing with myself, all of a sudden, it got to feeling so good, something shot out the end and splattered all over the barn wall and the rock.” Daddy said, “That’s all right son, that’s where babies come from.” So the little boy walked back out there, looked down at that rock and there was a big bull frog sitting there. He looked down at that frog and he said, “DAMN! You ’bout a ugly little bastard but daddy still loves you.”
WOOOOO!
Shit. Hell. Damn. Willbuddy Wawlbuddy Woo. Look at me! I’m a flying unicorn with no wings. Listen, here now don’t you get smart. You get smart again, i’m gonna, i’mon come over there i’m gone jack yaw ass up. I can skeet shoot, if you want me to. I can pull that gun up, aim it at that orange thang, SQUEEZE the trigger, boy! WOOW! I can shoot it bout hundred milion yards away. Orange stuff just go flying everywhere, boy. BOOM! High house, low house. Leftovers, landrovers, what can you eat? I see a blind man looking at me. Rooterbagers, mash pertaters at the same time, uh uh, jimmy neutron with a little bit of gin and juice. Masterbatin’ Rooterbager! Yea, Boy, uh! WAWLRUSSES! I shot me a gater yesterday. It was rolling, makin’ buncha racket. I was gonna shootthe man driving but i shot the gator. Check in tomoro. Smiley says bye.
Well. Me and my good buddro michael just sittin here in computer apps, just doing some redneck smiley stuff. Damn. Here come the duke boys. My dad-gum dawg just got killed wologo yesterday. We was in the dove field while the Henry’s was hunting niggers in the watermelon patch. Michael was in the field with me, Bo, Ricky, Robby, Rob, Bob, Bobby, and Ricky. Micheal saw a dad gum bird on the power line so the only way he could shoot it was to risk shootin the power line. So he shot, andthe dad gum bird got stuck up there on the power line, so dumb-ass michael went up there to get it. He crawled up the pole, around the tansporter, and Rob, being as he had eyesight like a damn sack of dirt, thought michael was a bird, and shot up there. Well the power line broke and down came michael, the bird, and the transporter. Well micheal fell, bird fell, and so did the transporter. Right on my dawg. Killed him. Just like that. Like a damn Flea bag. BOOM! BAM! SIZZLE…We cremated the stuff that wasn’t already cremated and spread his ashes out to the watermelon patch. Well, that’s all for now. Smiley says good bye.
Well me and Mr. Rogers went fishin one evening when a damn gator came out the pond took the Mr. from Roger. He said, “Hell naw.” and went in after that sumbitch. Then here comes Ms. Lindsey. “Suppers ready!” I said, “Well put that sumbitch in the microwave.” and i took the Ms. from her and jumped in after Roger. It was so dark, you could hear a fly fart. I swam about four miles when i saw damn ole Ricky. Who had been dead for about three years. He said, “Hey Smiley. How’s the cotton?” Then he disapeared and i hauled ass down there where i finally saw Ricky and that sumbitch alligator. I pulled my pocket knife out and knifed Ricky, so the other gators would get him and not me. then Ricky died and i had a vision that i married his chinese wop-sided wife and we had about 63 children in four years and they all looked like Ricky. Well here came the alligator. I reached around and bit that mutha fucker’s ear off. I got ricky’s Mr. back too. I grabbed ricky and swam to shore, where Lindsey was cryin. I told her to shut up. That Karma gave me a vision that we was gonna get married and have 63 youngins in four years. I gave her her Ms. back and the next day we had a funeral. Ms. Lindsey grabbed my arm and we went to the woods and fulfilled Karma’s wish of having 63 three children. We came back and they were just putting Ricky in the ground. Well. Damn. Smiley says bye.
Well. We was down at damn Shit Factory the other day, which is where i work, and saw the biggest damn terd you ever seen in your life. I took a couple pictures, and took em home to show ma. Well, here come ole’ Jake and Snake. The was high on the moon shine and walking around talking to pine trees. I tried that damn shine and i was upside-down walking backwards. The pine trees talked back to me and a damn dinosuar came out the woods and ate my dad gum house. I dug a hole and found my scatter gun. i thought long and hard about going after that damn sumbitch. I finally figured i might as well because my damn house was in his belly, and hauled ass down there to where he went. I had some slugs and two grenades and i found a gatlin gun left over from the civil war in the hollow of a tree and i went down there. I was walking when a damn tornado picked up and i was swept out to my damn watermelon patch. There wasn’t no niggers, but there shore was was some babies. I’m talking shore-enough babies. Babies that popped out of women. They was pooping all over my water melon patch, just shitting everywhere. I opened up a can of skoal original and put a dip in and then opened up a can of woop-ass. I’m popeye the sailor man and dip is my spinach. I kicked them babies that was crawlin in the back of my truck and dumped em in a hole and poured dirt over em. I came back and squished the ones that were still growing in the ground. Then i saw that dinosaur. He was pissed. So i drove away, haulin’ ass. Smiley says bye.
aftre wornek was walkin down the beanstalk he seen little jack the jerker. He was jerking off. Wornek said, “What you doin ole’ jack’a’sack?” Jack said, “I’m back jacking my sack.” Wornek said, “You wanna jack my sack back and jack it in Jack’s crack? If you want to i can Fwack it back.” then Jack said, “Can you crack it back?” Wornek said, “Boy you know i can crack this sack. Can you Jack your crack?” Jack said, “Well can you hear my crack jacking the back of this sack?” Wornek said, “I’m jacking, backing. Fwacking and quacking the jackin.” Then here came ole’ Willie. He said,” Willie wants to tickle your pickle.”
Well. Me and ole’ Bobby served inVietnam. Went in the service in ‘67. Got out in ‘71. Well, we was on patrol one day, just me and ole’ Bobby. We came up to this old house sittin in the middle of the jungle. Well, we walked in and there was about 14, 15 sexy-ass girls in there, just young gals, and they was all in bras and panties. We walked in the door and they just looked for a minute. Then they all got up and started rubbing on us, just all over us, and it took me about 3 seconds after that to get as hard as a diamond in a ice storm and they poured liqour down our throats and just never said a word, just breathing heavy and moaning. Well all of a sudden, the room got real smokey and the next thing i know, i was laying next to a creek butt-naked with a cloth wrapped around my balls and my head on a rock. I looked around and Bobby wasn’t there. I called and called, “Bobby! Bobby! B0bby you damn sumbitch!” I never found him so i walked for miles, following a trail. Next thing i know, i see a damn tree house in a damn tree so i dad gum climbed up the ladder and found Bobby tied down on a mattress on the floor and and bandanna over his eyes and the biggest smile i ever seen on his face, with all them dad gum girls rubbing all over him. Well, i snatched one of them girls up and put her in a sack hanging on the wall, and then another for Bobby, then the rest wanted to go too, so they all jumped in. We walked back to base with a bag on our backs that looked like Santa Clause’s bag of toys on Christmas. We carried ‘em home and hid them from Ma, out in the woods and built ‘em a tree house. And every single day we wasn’t making moonshine, we’d go out there, and see ‘em. Smiley says bye.
Well. Just a big ole’ truck sittin in the parking lot. Rims big. Brush guard. Mudders. Budweiser painted on the tail gate. I jumped in and stole that bitch. Well, i was about half way between Memphis and Tenessee, when i heard the sirens. Wee. Woo. Wee. Woo. Wee. Woo. WAWL. I punched that bitch to the floor. WOAAOAWAOLWAWOLMMM! I was gone and haulin ass down to Louisiana. I stopped by popeyes to get some fried chicken, mashed pertaters with that good, spicy gravy, and some biscuits with honey and a big ole’ sweet tea, and i was just about to get my food, when i was leaning down out the window to get my food, when ole’ Barney showed up. I made one last try for my food and spilled my tea on the ground. I said FUBAR and hauled ass, once again. Dad Gum. I was hungry. I couldn’t stop thinking about eating. And them leather seats was looking good. I said hell no, i ain’t eatin no leather. Bout 5 seconds later, i ripped a big ole’ hunk’a'chunk outta that center console and ate it. It tasted like a ole’ man’s-BOOM!-Barney hit me with his car and i was arrested. Smiley says bye.
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Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me now. Please. AW!
I will Michael. I’m Gay.
K. Thanks.
Can I join?
I want some too.
Well me and Michael was in the Army in Vietnam in ‘68 and we was on patrol. We was walkng and saw a big hole in the ground with a dead soldier in it. He was American from the 278th company of Recruits. Well, me and ole’ Michael kept walking for about 3 hours and we came across a whole battalion of Congs. Well, we jumped behind a bush and waited until they came out in the open. Michael pulled the pins outta his grenades and just chunked ‘em. I set up my M60 on his shoulder and started firing while he fired his M16. We fired non-stop for about 3 and a half hours until, next thing i know, Michael fell and started Screaming, “MAMA!” So I picked him up and ran backwards until a rope jerked me up by my feet and I dropped Micheal. I was upside down in Mid-air. Them damn Congs was running towards us, so I pulled out my Colt .45 and started firing. Then i cut the rope and fell right on top of Michael and broke every bone in his body. By the way, Michael is a Mexican. So i got up and dragged him back deeper into the forest. (No I wasn’t going to rape him. That’s nasty.) Then his eye just fell right outta the socket. He looked like this. .( But yesterday he looked like this.
So i ran and dragged him. A shell exploded behind me and I looked at Michael and his legs was gone. I saw a creek and was gonna wash him off, but i stepped in some sumbitch quicksand. Michael wrapped them long ole’ legs around a tree and pulled me out. Then another shell exploded, and one of his butt cheeks was gone. I said, “Come on Michael! Quit Half-Assing stuff.” And i pulled him and we found a jeep. I jumped in and I thought he was in but apparently not, because I ran over him. So I picked his bullet-holed, no legged, broke arms, cracked rib caged, half-ass up and hauled-ass to base, where we drank hot chocolate around the fire, roasted marshmallows, and told war time stories. Then Michael fell in the fire. Smiley says bye.
Well. Me and a few friends built a fire and tried to get Cowboy Peaches to rise and tell us what he desired. Well, me and Michael built that damn fire, and told war stories until it got up big. When it got up, Cowboy Peaches’ face faded in the fire. We bowed down and and sang, “Cowboy got dem peaches right ther right ther, he cuts ‘em open with his spurs, with his spurs, he cuts dem open and he picks out the leaches, then he turns around and eats dem peaches like woooow weeeew, ooo eee awh, yee-haw, woooooooooooooow.” Then it all got quiet and Michael asked Cowboy Peaches what he desired. Cowboy Peaches said, “I DESIRE……………….POPCORN NECKLACES.” Michael said, ” Alright everybody, popcorn necklaces! Let’s go, Let’s go!” We were just about done when he said, “I DESIRE……………GRAPE POPSICLES.” So we made grape popsicles. He took them and went away. The popcorn necklaces were thrown into the fire. Then Michael got a phone call from Cowboy Peaches. Michael and I had to go back to damn Vietnam. I said, “That sumbitch. We just got outta Vietnam. Been in there four years. Damn near got my head blowed off.”We were shipped over seas for a hundered-fifty-nine days, then we landed on the beach. There were bombs blowing up everywhere. Me and Michael were still wading in the water. We saw a bridge about a hundred yards away and ran towards it. We went over it and walked for miles, days, even years and I wanted some fucking Bisciuts and damn Gravy(or B’n'G) and I had to piss, so we stopped for about three minutes. Then a big, ole’ plane flew over. We heard it crash to our left and ran to it. Michael fell in a hole and broke both of his ankles, so I carried him. We found the plane and were just about to go inside, when about 24 stray bullets slammed into Michael. I searched the plane while he laid outside bleeding. I found a bunch of grenades and I practiced with one. I threw it at a tree but it bounced off and landed by Michael. It exploded, and Michael’s left arm blew off. We walked into the jungle and Michael was crawling. Next thing I know, he had crawled on a land mine. I told him to get up. He said that it would explode. I said that’s right, let me get behind a tree. He said no. So I jerked that sumbitch up, and his legs and one ear blew off. Then we walked farther into the jungle. A Vietcong came outta a hole in a tree and chopped Michael’s other ear off. Then he got a knife and cut Michael’s stomach and reached in there and pulled his guts out. I screamed, “NO!” over and over again for about two minutes while the Cong cut him. Then Michael killed the Cong with his own knife. We walked to an American base, and we played poker and told war stories. Then Michael got cut with an Ace of Spades card. Smiley says bye.
Did yall aready fuck Micheal?
No, his mama found out. But we will, this sunday. The address is 456243 Round Balls drive-in Ding-a-Ling, Texas City, Texas.
Ok. I’ll be there. Do I need to bring some Prep H? I can bring honey too.
Naw, man I got that stuff.
Who the fuck……..o i love the word………who the fuck-AWH! Who the hell are you? Are you an under cover fucking…………under cover dad gum cop? I’ll fuck ‘em all…….AWWW!
Naw, nigga.
dude what the fuck…..you all are fucking retards…..dude just…..just go fucking kill yourselfs…..
fucking retards…… the world would be better without you fucking retards…..jesus your fuckin dumb
Well. How bout it? Me and ole’ anttaney sittin in technology tellin wartime stories. Next thing i know, a damn watermelon jumped in here through the window and guess wat jumped out! You ain’t gone believe it! David blane! He had been in that damn watermelon fo at least-BOOOOM! A bomb exploded and micheal flew up into the air and me and anttaney ran to him. We picked him up and ran into the forest. We ran and ran and ran. We ran until next thing I know, we was fightin in World War One instead of Vietnam and the sumbitches shot
micheal right in the heart. Them germans was coming fast so me and Anttaney buried micheal in a hole where he would be safe and jumped on the machine gun, but before that we put a big ole’ fat chew in. we was gonna need some power. Well we shot so many damn germans that we coulda stacked em up and built a 100 foot wall. All the other americans were dead. Me and anttaney started to get back in out Chevy Z71 with mudders on it and then we remembered micheal. “DAMN!” I said, “We forgot micheal.” “SHIT!” Anttaney said. We uncovered him and he was so damn full of dirt he couldn’t even breath. So Anttaney poked a hole in him so the dirt would come out. We poked the hole right above his dick. that’s where most of the dirt was. Then we put him in the truck and hauled ass. We rode for about 3 hours, next thing i know bombs started blowin up, so me and Anttaney jumped out the truck with it still moving. Then it blew up….Then we never found Micheal. But we lost anttaney then micheal found him and then micheal lost hiself and then i died.WOOOOWL
wow Hunter And Anttaney yall are really funny well my mane jack and my last name is me off but most people call me “jacke me off” anyways i love to hunt dicks so i can play with them when im board
Ya these are the basic tips that anyone who has gone more than once could provide, thanks a lot
i started skeet shooting last year iv done it like five times and now i can hit anything you toss up
My name is Phoenix. I have been skeet shooting for a few years now and love it. What I like most about the sport is that I am a pacifist, and I really like firearems. So when I shoot skeet, I’m not shooting animals.
Also, as a tip, try to use the bead at the end of the barrel as a reference point, only. And don’t forget to compensate for lead.
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