I've been shooting clays for around a year now and decided to try the real thing, I joined a syndicate, brought all the gear and managed to get out the other sunday. While I was messing around making a brew a pigeon snuck into my pattern.... I waited for him to leave and had a pop, a small puff of feathers but he carried on flying? I noticed he had flew to a nearby tree a remembered reading about how they often do this to die. At the end of the day I'd had a few more shots but no luck but decided to go check the tree and was impressed! A great day out and tasted delicious later on!can't wait to get back out again