Dude.
When I saw your title that said "Bad day at the range" I thought you meant something like this:
Your BIL, who just recently left his engineering job to enter the seminary in Seward, Nebraska and become a minister, came to see you from out of town. The big event of his visit is that he's going to allow you to take him shooting the next day. Knowing what an arrogant person he is, (nothing against anyone else in his situation but that just happens to be the case with this guy, he is your BIL after all), you say this to him in your living room the night before:
"This is the deal. We're going to have a fun, productive day at the range tomorrow and then have some crackers and cheese and stuff and then come home. Just remember these basic rules. I will be acting as your rangemaster. Do only what I say to do, and don't do anything that I don't say to do. Okay?"
He says, "Yeah, sure."
Knowing what an arrogant person this guy is, you say, "No, I need to be sure that everyone understands this. Does everyone understand what I just said?" His entire immediate family happens to be present. He nods his head like a bobble-head and says "Yeah, I understand."
Next day at the range, you've taken your group consisting of yourself, your wife, your BIL and his 8th-grade kid, and your FIL to the rimfire range. Everyone does as you say and everyone is having a good time, especially the 8th grader. There are some, as I like to say, "Oklahoma City looking dudes" down at the other end of the range shooting rimfires as well. It's okay for me to describe people this way, if you know what I mean.
You take a step back from the firing line, enjoying watching your wife shoot the steel targets and the 8th grader shoot. He's doing quite well considering the overbearing tutelage of his grandpa.
All the targets eventually get knocked down. You look over at the "OKC looking dudes" and they're looking at you like they want to go downrange. You say, "You guys ready to go downrange?" They go downrange, and your wife goes downrange to set up the targets your group had been shooting at the 25 and 50 yard lines.
Your wife gets back from being downrange. About that time your FIL, who has left the line and gotten in the trunk of his car, says "Hey Dave, what about... (fill in the blank about what the question is... maybe something about shooting his MarkII at the steel targets.) You turn around to answer him - takes about 5 seconds.
You turn back around, and guess what. Those Oklahoma City looking dudes are about to finish setting up their targets - and, your BIL has run off downrange to the 75 yard line to set up targets and he's taken his kid with him.
You begin to shout as politely as you can to get his attention. He pretends not to hear you because he still has his ears on. He's told his kid to ignore you too.
You look over and you see that those OKC looking dudes are now coming back from being downrange. Your BIL is still setting up targets. You shout again, louder. You get called down by your wife for shouting, so out of obedience you stop shouting.
About that time you see one of the OKC looking dudes getting back to the line and walking back to the station he was shooting from. A voice speaks to you and tells you that he's going to pick up a rifle and point it downrange.
This is exactly what happens. Left with no choice, you rush over to the OKC looking dude and shout at him to "Lay the rifle down!!"
He freezes up and points the rifle up, in a kind of "port arms" pose. "Lay it down!!!" you shout again, and he looks at you and says "It's not pointed downrange!"
Not knowing what to do at that point, you look over and see that your arrogant-@$$, clueless, self-righteous, holier than thou, someday gonna be an ordained minister BIL and his kid have made it back from setting up targets.
You walk away from the OKC looking dude, kicking the gravel on the ground like a teenager. You look at your wife and say "I knew that was gonna happen." Your FIL looks up at you from the trunk of his car like "You knew WHAT was gonna happen?" Your wife was the only other person who saw what happened.
At this point, you're dealing with so many conflicting thoughts that you just go ahead and let your people shoot, keeping close watch on the OKC looking dudes. The 8th grader actually shoots better than he did at first.
Then, you tell your group that the day is finished. You forget about the snacks and say it's time to get back to the house. Your BIL looks at your like "Why have you got a bug in your @$$ all of a sudden?"
You get the tag number of the OKC-looking dudes on the way out. When you turn them in to the management of your club, you later find out that they were not club members but had been let in by a club officer and turned loose to have their run of the place while he, the club officer, brushed up on his skeet shooting.
You just didn't shoot well? Sounds like a beautiful day at the range to me.
Epilogue: A few years later, you'll be at Thanksgiving dinner with this guy and he'll end up screaming at you with his eyes bugging out about what a sinner you are. You don't bust him in front of his family for what he did that day at the range - but you say to yourself, "I'm not ever going to forget what this guy pulled at the range that day. Never."
Lesson:
Don't ever take a person like this shooting with you, or anyone like him. The result could be a bad day at the range.
