I dipped my toes into sporting clays almost exactly a year ago. I’ve been fortunate to shoot at some amazing venues since then, places where the annual membership quickly approaches the price of a small automobile. I’ve also shot at a number of public venues both privately owned and owned by a local municipality. One of the things I like about sporting clays is that it is done outside, usually in vast wooded spaces or rolling hills far enough away from the rest of civilization that the sounds of gunfire do not become a nuisance. Even on days where my shooting is lackluster, I enjoy being in the environment where shooting takes place.

In Britain, as far as I can tell, shooting and hunting are treated as hallowed activities. There is a respect for the quarry and the land. People dress nicely for the clays course and wear suits for hunting out of reverence for the game. Sportsmanship and stewardship for the land are the rules of the day.

Sadly, I don’t always see that where I shoot. Leaving aside the folks who dress in shorts and wife-beater t-shirts for a moment, there is a horrible disrespect of the land and the landowners in some of the places I visit. The image above was made earlier today at a public course about an hour from my home. That’s one of sixteen stations that were all polluted with shells, boxes and empty water bottles. Not very respectful of the environment or the people who operate the place.

Is it so hard to catch your shells as they eject from your over-under, or bend over and pick up the shells ejected from your semi-auto or pump? Would you want this mess in your backyard?

I believe stewardship of the land in this context consists of two elements: respect for the land and respect for others. We should respect the land because, without it, there’d be no place (nice) to shoot. That garbage will eventually get compressed into the ground and take a million years to decompose. The land will eventually become toxic, meaning we won’t be able to enter onto it to shoot. It’s also unsafe. People can trip and fall on that garbage.

Stewardship also requires us to respect others. Someone eventually has to clean up all that mess. The time and effort to clean up those 16 stations is much greater than the effort to pick up one’s shells at the time they are shot. That time will either be passed onto the consumer in the form of higher prices or….as I think is happening at this course…the owner will just let the shells sit there on the ground until enough people complain or there’s a lull in activity. Do you really want to be in an environment that looks like this?

We could take a page from our British brothers and sisters and respect the land and show some self respect by cleaning up after ourselves.


About robertkerner

Educator, registered nurse, attorney, inquisitive mind
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