I THINK I have figured it out, but I am an old cat and (relatively) new tricks come hard; if I were 20 years younger I'd actually take a class, but I would be the pain in the arse who slows everything down to the pace of cold molasses. Think Tim Conway's shuffling old guy character, but more clueless.
On a more positive note, at least I am not blading the shotgun and pulling it back into my shoulder pocket with all my might (while delicately holding the forend like it was a Faberge egg).