This brings back memories! I was lucky enough to start out in the 70s in a club with enough grouchy old wiseacres to get any kid started out right. Learned more from them in one year than I've picked up out of book in the last 40. Competitions and grudge matches with other clubs were always kept fun, with good food after. As the club aged, we went and got the old guys. Had a couple in wheel chairs so we got an old car door and had a road hunter shoot with moving targets. I got beat at those shoots by the old !@#$%, and I'm darn proud of it. When those guys passed on, they had plenty to laugh about on their way. Taking yourself to seriously only kills the fun.