A classic case; I’ve been shooting in a summer trap league, and when I stand on Station 5 I stand almost square to the target to give myself a better swing at the hard right angle bird. As I called pull during one shoot, I realized that my feets were in the wrong position, and was thinking about that instead of thinking about nothing. Did I miss? Is a pig’s ass pork? I felt a little better because one of the geezers on the squad completely lost track of what he was doing, thought we had finished, and racked his gun—until we called his attention to it.