Haha, a bit about my conjured vision...
I got in to guns and shooting later in life than some of us, I was 15 the first time I discharged an actual firearm, this after a few years of shooting (what must have been)
zillions of BBs and pellets in my basement airgun range.
At that age, Mom signed us both up at a local Sportsman's Club and they quickly roped her in to running the club's finances (which genuinely needed her help.) While she did this for the club (but mostly, for ME) I found myself doing:
--organized shooting on a smallbore rifle team
--casually organized skeet shooting with gentlemen that were 3 to 6 times my age
--completely unorganized & loose "range ratting" on the outdoor range for HOURS at a time
In high school, this was literally my life for 5 days of every 7 day week.
And on Sunday mornings, the lower clubhouse next to the two skeet fields were very much like that picture. Guys who wanted to be there every week, some of whom maybe actually went out and shot once a month. It was every bit as much "club" for hanging out, enjoying company and avoiding being at home as it was a place to shoot.
Fond memories.
And lots of donuts.