I was once found myself at a quite high-brow dinner party, among very refined company in an old, established Toronto enclave of the well-to-do. During the course of the meal one of the high society types asked whether I golfed. I explained that I shot clay targets instead
When asked why I said that unlike golf, clay targets could be shot year round, that a golf club membership was many times the price of a gun club membership and that most importantly if some son-of-a-##### broke into my house at 3:00 am I'd have a more appropriate response than a putter.
You could have heard a pin drop. The conversation quickly switched to other topics.