Five wooden stands. One instructor to three guns. A brief that never gets shorter.A sporting clays club in a quiet valley where the first ten minutes are the same every time, for everyone, and the rest is the calm that comes after.
Book a lessonstands. Oak, roofed, facing away from everything. Rebuilt one a year.
instructor to guns. Never more. Never a group of ten and a megaphone.
clays a round. Enough to learn something, not enough to stop listening.
closed guns off the stand. Ever. It's the only rule with no second chance.
Everything calm about this place comes from the first ten minutes being unarguable. Once the brief is done, nobody's nervous, and nobody's loud. That's the quiet in the name.
Guest, member, or learner. The brief is the same for all three. So is the instructor ratio.
For people who've been asked along. Two visits, then we'd like to know if you're joining.
Capped at a hundred and twenty so the valley stays quiet and the instructors know every gun by name.
Most members started here. Gun fit, mount, lead, and the brief until it's boring. Boring is the aim.
Ten minutes, every visit, whoever you are. It hasn't changed in twenty years because it hasn't needed to.
An hour, one to one, gun provided if you don't have one, and the brief first whether you do or not. Mornings are quietest. Tell us if you've never held one; most people haven't, and it's the easiest hour we teach.
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