One blogger accused me of letting my prejudice against inexpensive shotguns show. Actually, I've never tried to hide it. If you can't show up at a sporting clays event with a Caesar Guerini (which is a hell of a shotgun, by the way), a high-grade Beretta, a Perazzi, or a gun of that order, it's the social equivalent of having Rosie O'Donnell kiss you in public. I am also prejudiced against Sporting Clays because if you are to shoot it successfully, you have to think. I dislike thinking; that's why I like trap.