JBR:
When I turned sixteen (1969) my parents made me go get a job. I was real into guns so I got a job as a trap boy at the Winchester Public Shooting Park on the edge of Dallas.
One of the best things about it was that I got to shoot at a discount and got AA ammo at a discount too. And, I got to see a lot of really good shooters practice and picked up a lot of tips.
The one that helped me the most was to crowd the left side of the pad at stations one and two, the right side of the pad at stations four and five. That puts you out in front of the birds just a little bit more than if you stand in the middle. This is especially good if you're using a long barrelled gun like I was, an 870 magnum.
It was a dirty, nasty, hot stinking job and I loved every minute of it! We did have to stay on our toes though, I remember one woman who came out to shoot in the middle of the day. She had a nice over and under, a Citori I think. I got the impression that it wasn't hers, maybe her husbands; her gun handling wasn't that great so I made certain that I was always behind her, not off to the side. She'd just finished a shot and had dropped a shell into the gun for the next one, snapped the gun closed and dusted the trap house! She finished one round and I never saw her again.
Trap (and skeet) can be *real* addictive sports, glad you're enjoying it!
Everett