As it should be. We retired from all that competitive stuff fifteen years ago; and rediscovered those things called "holidays" and "weekends"... just in time to start breeding, and lose them again. One rugrat away at University, hopefully the other in a year or twoClays (at least at the level I shoot) is miles away from high level performance obsessed competitive target shooting.
These days, we just potter about at target rifle, club level and no more (well, the County team tends to guilt-trip us into postal matches), and it's great. You get down on the firing point, and instantly there's no room in your head for anything more than the target. Ten minutes of that is a great relaxer. We occasionally help coach the local University team, just to chill out...
...and these days, it's more likely that I'm "the old geezer with the battered kit" who just bangs in a decent score and wanders off to the bemusement of the twentysomethings. Tell you what, pretending that it was effortless and that I don't care about the performance is the difficult part. That competitive streak is still hiding down there, and occasionally it sneaks out to rediscover the words "skill fade".
As for shotgun, thirty years ago we volunteered to be the "duty beginners" for a coaching course that the Scottish governing body was running; and discovered that it was great fun (the student coaches were fairly experienced, just going for the formal qualification). We've taken the boys along to game shows a few times (you know, "£5 for ten shots with a 0.410 / 20 bore", great for club funds no doubt), and a couple of times for a teaching session at a clay shooting school; it's just... fun.
PS I know a few of the high-level performance obsessed competitive clay target shooters. They're not somehow differently-equipped genetic freaks who are Gods Among Humans, they've just had access to a lot of good coaching and a lot of training...