We used to go shoot trap out in the desert. My buddies had a launcher that would mount to a spare tire on the ground. It was a lot of fun but I haven't been in years.
My sister asked where I had been after a trip. It went like this:
Sis -Where were you today?
Me -Out skeet shooting.
Sis -What are skeet?
Me -They're a kind of pigeon.
Sis -YOU SHOT LITTLE BIRDIES?
Me -They're not like regular birds. I guess you could say that they're raised to be shot. They're not good for anything else. They can't even fly.
Sis -They can't fly? You just shoot them sitting on the ground?
Me -No, no. We have a special machine that throws them up in the air so we can shoot them (I swung my arm out wide to show the motion of the launcher).
Sis -No way. That's mean.
Me -Well, that's how it works. It's a lot more fun to shoot at them in the air.
Sis -If they can't fly, what happens if you miss?
Me -They fall on the ground & break into little pieces. They're kinda brittle.
Sis -THAT'S AWFUL. You guys are just awful.
At that point I lost it & started laughing. I went on to explain that they were clay pigeons, sort of frisbees made to shoot at. She still thought I was awful.