Okiecruffler
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Okay, first person who says a bad day at the range beats a good day at work owes me a new spotting scope.
Hit the range early this morning thinking no one would be there. Mistake number 1. a good dozen people there already, but at least there was a bench in front of the 100 yrd berm. So I go straight down and set up my target stand at 100. The yahoos next to me set there stand up at 25yrds, at an angle so that everytime they shot the bullet would go thu and hit right at the base of my stand, throwing mud and blowing my targets off. But they promised to move it the next time they went down.
Ran into pressure problems with the 6tcu, then tried some 218 loads with 4227. I could have thrown them more accurately. Couldn't keep 5 shots on a 6 inch paper plate.
But at least the yahoos next to me packed up and left. They were replaced by a fella in full SWAT tackycool gear. We go down to set up our targets, he sets his up at 25, but at least at a direct angle to the bench. We walk back to the line and call to go hot. There are 4 benches, there's me, then Bruce Willis, then a buncha farmer types at the last 2 benches shooting the breeze. So I sit down and change over to my old standard 218 load and set to work spinning my spinner. After about 3 shots I notice the man in black staring at me. So I stop and ask if he needs to go back down range.
"No, I'm just waiting to see when you're going to let me shoot."
Well I figure he must be wanting a little quiet to sight in, so I hold off. He proceeds to run 3 mags thru his glock just as fast as he can. Well I guess he's sighted in after all those shots. He sits down and starts loading mags so I send a few more rounds downrange. I hear him say, "Well, I guess I was done." I look over and he's glaring at me thru those dark glasses again. Now he even has the attention of the good old boys down the line.
Now I'm getting old and I don't care to be put upon any more than the next guy, so I stand up and tell him that I'm not sure where he usually shoots, but out here folks shoot when the range is hot and pretty much mind their own business.
He says, "It's funny how some people can still be rude even when they know other people around have weapons."
I don't threaten anymore, I'm old and tired. So I just said, "You keep up that mindset friend and you'll be famous." Then I sat down and went back to spinning that spinner. He glared at me a few more minutes, then loaded up and left. Even left his cardboard box out on the range, some people just have no manners.
Then I go to set the sights on my Dan Wesson 22, except I left my screwdriver at home, so all I can do is see how far off the sights are. At that point I decide enough is enough and start packing up. But the day ain't over yet. In the process of packing up I knock my spotting scope off the bench and manage to crack the lens. Some days you're the dog, somedays you're the hydrant. Wish I had been wearing a slicker today.
Hit the range early this morning thinking no one would be there. Mistake number 1. a good dozen people there already, but at least there was a bench in front of the 100 yrd berm. So I go straight down and set up my target stand at 100. The yahoos next to me set there stand up at 25yrds, at an angle so that everytime they shot the bullet would go thu and hit right at the base of my stand, throwing mud and blowing my targets off. But they promised to move it the next time they went down.
Ran into pressure problems with the 6tcu, then tried some 218 loads with 4227. I could have thrown them more accurately. Couldn't keep 5 shots on a 6 inch paper plate.
But at least the yahoos next to me packed up and left. They were replaced by a fella in full SWAT tackycool gear. We go down to set up our targets, he sets his up at 25, but at least at a direct angle to the bench. We walk back to the line and call to go hot. There are 4 benches, there's me, then Bruce Willis, then a buncha farmer types at the last 2 benches shooting the breeze. So I sit down and change over to my old standard 218 load and set to work spinning my spinner. After about 3 shots I notice the man in black staring at me. So I stop and ask if he needs to go back down range.
"No, I'm just waiting to see when you're going to let me shoot."
Well I figure he must be wanting a little quiet to sight in, so I hold off. He proceeds to run 3 mags thru his glock just as fast as he can. Well I guess he's sighted in after all those shots. He sits down and starts loading mags so I send a few more rounds downrange. I hear him say, "Well, I guess I was done." I look over and he's glaring at me thru those dark glasses again. Now he even has the attention of the good old boys down the line.
Now I'm getting old and I don't care to be put upon any more than the next guy, so I stand up and tell him that I'm not sure where he usually shoots, but out here folks shoot when the range is hot and pretty much mind their own business.
He says, "It's funny how some people can still be rude even when they know other people around have weapons."
I don't threaten anymore, I'm old and tired. So I just said, "You keep up that mindset friend and you'll be famous." Then I sat down and went back to spinning that spinner. He glared at me a few more minutes, then loaded up and left. Even left his cardboard box out on the range, some people just have no manners.
Then I go to set the sights on my Dan Wesson 22, except I left my screwdriver at home, so all I can do is see how far off the sights are. At that point I decide enough is enough and start packing up. But the day ain't over yet. In the process of packing up I knock my spotting scope off the bench and manage to crack the lens. Some days you're the dog, somedays you're the hydrant. Wish I had been wearing a slicker today.
