The Sherman Oaks Skeet Club
Here's my pickup truck loaded with the treb. The amazing Ken Allen and I (that's me in the black shirt) and my little dog Daisy are preparing to unload the beast.

Now that everything is set-up, we take a break in the shade (it's well over 100 degrees in the desert this day) and pick out a few melons to start with.

We discuss the plan for the day. Whenever ballistics are involved, it's always a good thing to have a plan.

With 450 lbs of weight driving the launcher, this thing is a burden to cock.

Here I am, ready to fire the first shot!

The launch. This one releases just a little too late for a perfect flight. Notice how we shoot right down the middle of the road. We were on this road all day long, and never saw any other cars at all! Funny how that is.

The first lob. Ken stands downrange to videotape the melons as they make a low altitude fly-by.

Here's one making a splash! About 280 feet. We can do better than that!

Ok, enough waste. Time to get in some target practice. Chris and Ken shoot, but unfortunately this melon gets away (at least until it hits the ground. Ouch!)

Here's a stop-action sequence of a hit. Chris has just yelled "Pull!"
I've released the trigger, and a 10 lb bag of flour is just beginning to
swing out.

Here it is 1/6 of a second later....

And another 1/6th of a second. This thing is really moving!

Can you see the bag of flour? It's that small brown speck in the sky. (for the sake of brevity these next photos are spaced at 1/3 seconds each)

It's really hard to see here. If you look really carefully, you can see sharpshooter Chris in the distance. He's just barely to the left of my hat and is wearing a white shirt.

A HIT!

And the cloud of flour grows. Buckshot packs a nice punch.

The cloud of flour begins to drift in the breeze.

Well, it may seem silly to some people, but you know what they say- Everyone needs a hobby!
-- Ron Toms