I've often thought about how terribly lucky I am to live on the edge of the country. If I had to drive to shoot, I probably would not have taken to archery like I did.
My range is just out the back door, up by the woods next to our picnic area. I can shoot 60yd on either side of my targets. I have a bag, a blob, and a 3-D boar.
I have a nine target feed sack course winding through the woodlot. I walk the path and shoot at random distances, get to the end, then shoot it in reverse.
The neighbor's fields are a stone's throw from the house. I can take flight shots all day long and not worry about hitting anything. The surrounding woods are full of stumps, squirrels, and deer.
Because I have such opportunity I never think of my shooting as "practice". I just go out to shoot. Several shots at the range, shoot a round on the bag course, then maybe a stump or two. All the while I'm on the lookout for groundhogs, crows, and chipmunks.
In the winter I can only shoot outside on the weekends. I stomp out a path to the range and to my woodlot course. I really don't like shooting inside.