It was a cloudless day with a delightfully warm breeze, as I started to unload my shooting gear and head for the clubhouse, some of the members were arriving and I distinctly remember one who yelled out, "great day for shooting clay birds". As I bounced into the clubhouse and signed in, members were giving their Beretta's, Kreighoffs, Guerini's and other great guns a last minute check. I quickly
started to assemble a Beretta 682; the first gun I ever bought. I had cleaned and oiled the Beretta the night before, and was impressed with the job I had done. The barrels easily fell in place and the forearm "clicked" into place as it hugged the barrels. I took one box of 12 gauge shells and loaded my pocket and headed out to meet the squad. Somewhere in my head I said, this is the day I am really going to grind up those fluorescent clay rockets. About 25 minutes later I was standing in the center on the last station, station number 8. As I took a deep breathe and mounted my gun and all the tips that the members had always suggested (don't flinch, head down on the stock, eye on the bird, lean little forward, etc). I Took another deep breathe and let it out slowly and called "PULL" and as the bird catapulted out of the house, all I remember is that it seemed that I had slowed it down in my mind and my barrels just swung through and blasted that baby into small fragments that showered my shooting cap like orange confetti. I knew then that I had broken my first 25 straight I was stunned and so excited I could hardly hear my friends cheering which was then followed with the shooting of my hat (a skeet shooting tradition after a straight of 25 clay birds). As I burst through the doors of the clubhouse, I yelled "shot a 25 straight" and the congratulations kept on coming. Later after some more skeet shooting, I signed out and was headed to my car when one of the members who was just coming in to do some shooting asked how I did and all I could quickly think of was "Breaking Clay Makes My Day ™”. I jumped in my car and sketched out a design on a paper napkin; which I later completed into a finished art design and presented to my trademark attorney for a US Patent. That is exactly how "Breaking Clay Makes My Day ™" was born and that’s how P&L Sporting Corporation was started. For my family of Skeet, Trap and Sporting Clay Shooters or the men, women and young shooters who love clay target shooting as much as I do who are proud to wear the "Breaking Clay Makes My Day ™ "either in the U.S.A. Sincerely,
Peter Gusmano, President