A few days every week, on a stretch of farmland near the county’s edge, a group of friends get together to do what they have since childhood. Gathered on a shooting range at Bay Gall Sporting Clays and Hunting Preserve, just off Rocky Ford Road, the young cohorts grab handfuls of .12-gauge shotgun shells, stuff in their ear plugs and lay waste to as many flying clay targets as time and ammunition allow. The thunder of gunfire, which echoes from trees across the field, is interrupted only by yells of “Pull!” along with chatter and laughter stemming from the foursome.