We didn’t look merely at the front edge of the 100-yard clay; we looked at it like a clockface and picked an hour. I tried a 9 o’clock focus on a right-to-left bird, then 8 o’clock, as it seemed to be falling, but neither with any success. Then I focused hard at 10 o’clock, and the bird came apart in a starburst. Next shot, same focal point, same result, and before I could do it again, I was engulfed in a bear hug from Brown. I can’t tell you exactly how much lead I gave that bird, except that it was a lot, but I can tell you exactly where I looked at it.