Thought I'd entertain you all with a true story that happened to me years ago:
So my buddy and I were in the trap shooting range years back. We were just hanging out and waiting for a couple more guys to complete a 5-man shooting group (sorta like a foursome in golf, or a threesome in a menage-a-trois or however the hell you spell it).
These two guys pull up in a big top-of-the-line-at-the-time S-class 4-door Mercedes sedan. The guy that got my attention was the driver; he was really "dressed to the nines", and ready to pulverize some clay birds. There was no doubt that as he went to the trunk of his car, he was going to pull out some high-dollar fancy-schmancy firearm.
Of course, we were right. He strolls to our waiting group and exchanges some pleasantries. I couldn't help but notice his shotgun tucked under his arm, an Italian-made Perazzi over-and-under worth about $15,000. (Back then, $15k was A LOT of money, and could probably almost buy you a 5.0 V-8 Mustang). I couldn't help but think that this guy is going to score a 25/25 in our round.
The preferred choice of shotgun in the trap ranges, as well as the skeet ranges, is an o/u. My Remington Model 1100 12-gauge autoloader seemed out of place. I also didn't "dress the part", as I wore my camo jacket that was also out of place. But I didn't give a damn. I was there to practice with the equipment I usually hunt with.
The thing that bothered me somewhat was his smug attitude towards me. I felt that during the "pleasantries", he was sorta looking down on me. His derogatory remarks about my gear was totally uncalled for. I figured that's cool, but he had better back up his attitude with his ability to shoot.
So our group goes out to the stations, and each of us took our turns. The guy with the Perazzi is next to me, and during the course of the round, I was secretly keeping score of his hits.
Needless to say, I scored significantly higher than him.
As my buddy and I were leaving the range, he was outside waiting for the next round. With a smile and wink, I say to him, "Better buy some lessons there buddy".
Man, my friend and I were rolling.