When I lived in Nebraska I was active in our local PF chapter. I have a lot of great memories from our mentor hunts. One year, the kid I was assigned to missed his first shot at a bird. I reminded him to focus on the head of the bird the next time he had a chance. Shortly thereafter the dog went on point. We eased up to the dog. The bird gets up and flies towards us, angling sharply up. At a range of less than 10', the kid shoulders the gun and squeezes off a quick, but safe shot. The bird tumbles to the ground, nearly landing on us. I took the shotgun from the boy so he could go claim his prize. After the bird stopped flopping all over the place, the boy picks the headless bird up and hollers, "Hey mister, it really worked! I shot his head right off!" The pattern at that range couldn't have been much bigger than a tennis ball, he decapitated that bird. It was an incredibly lucky shot, but I didn't let him know that.
Our mentor hunts were conducted with pen raised birds on private land. The chapter provided breakfast, lunch, shells, a hunting vest and hat. We had an electric clay thrower set up, along with a rimfire range. Each kid was assigned a mentor that stayed with them for the entire day. We taught the kids how to field dress and clean their birds. I believe Pheasants Forever covered the cost of the pheasants. To see a young person who had never handled a gun before, go from the range, to the field, and bag their first bird was pretty awesome. Also, I didn't realize it was a benefit at the time, but nothing we did during these hunts was at the expense of other, adult hunters.