What were your best or worst shots, remembered or admitted to? To start the ball rolling I'll open with a day I'd rather forget! Many moons ago, I used to be a member of a small informal shoot in Warwickshire , beat one drive, stand & shoot one drive! Bags were anything from a dozen to about thirty birds on a really good day, so with between 16 & 20 of us shooting, not a great many shots fired! But good just to enjoy the fresh air & companionship! One year I decided to treat myself & put in a bid on the BASC charity auction for a 200 bird driven day in Wiltshire. I was successful, paid me money & duly recieved details of date, time & venue! I was really looking forward to it and duly turned up at the appointed venue, taking with me a fairly new Browning rather than my usual tried & trusty Miroku, which showed its age a little. Was introduced to the other Guns by the shoot captain who had given the day to the BASC, all very friendly & companionable. After a quick cofee/sloe gin in the shoot hut we drew for pegs, I got 4, which I was informed was the Pound seat for the first drive. It turned out to be in the middle of the old carriageway to the Old House (now demolished) on the estate. this was about 12-15 foot wide slightly sunk between two gently sloping banks about 6 to 8 foot high with an avenue of trees standing 6 to 10 feet back from the lip. The birds apparently would often fly down the middle of this at treetop height, so 80 - 120 feet up! The drive starts, sure enough a nice cock pheasant shows itself about 100 or so yards in front coming straight for me, I raise the gun line up just behind it, swing the gun through the bird (thinking its nearly 40 yards up give it a bit of lead), bang, bugger, missed it, give it the second barrell, bang, **** it missed again! Thinks, "must give the next one more lead" . This happens for the next ten or so birds that were lucky enough to present themselves over me on that peg. Me wishing a ******* great hole would open up & swallow me to put me out of my misery, as hardly any other guns had shots except my neighbouring guns who had wiped my eye a few times! Cutting a long story short, I think I managed to hit 2 birds on other drives, but my confidence was shot to buggery & despite being polite to me the disdain of the other guns for my marksmanship at lunch was palpable! I decided to go to a shooting school to see what was up with my shooting! I chose the "Royal Berkshire" as it wasn't too far away! After the instructor had watched a few shots (which I missed), I was informed that I was missing in front of the bird! Probably because after years shooting infrequently on a small shoot, and having been advised after missing to "give it more lead"! The lessons were successful & I went on to regain my confidence and knock a fair few birds down subsequently!!