For a long time I worked graveyard, and would often go to the range first thing in the morning when I got off. Often during the middle of the week. The result was that I had the range to myself frequently. It was really nice. I got to be friends with the crusty old codger who was the range master, and learned a lot from him.
Well one day I'm plinking away, and I catch some movement out of the corner of my eye. My first thought was some idiot was going downrange to hang targets without calling a cease fire. So, I stopped firing and cleared my weapon. Only then did I look over and see the full grown COW just sauntering along. It had come up from behind me, across the firing line, and was headed down range, around the berm. No idea where it came from or went, but it disappeared into the trees behind the berm, and was apparently totally unconcerned with my firing.
I wish I'd had the presence of mind to have a huge Bar B Que that weekend, but I was just so dumb struck I couldn't think to shoot it.
Anyone else have any weird stories like this. Preferably not stupid people stories, we have plenty of them, but just odd things that have happened to/around you at the range.
Well one day I'm plinking away, and I catch some movement out of the corner of my eye. My first thought was some idiot was going downrange to hang targets without calling a cease fire. So, I stopped firing and cleared my weapon. Only then did I look over and see the full grown COW just sauntering along. It had come up from behind me, across the firing line, and was headed down range, around the berm. No idea where it came from or went, but it disappeared into the trees behind the berm, and was apparently totally unconcerned with my firing.
I wish I'd had the presence of mind to have a huge Bar B Que that weekend, but I was just so dumb struck I couldn't think to shoot it.
Anyone else have any weird stories like this. Preferably not stupid people stories, we have plenty of them, but just odd things that have happened to/around you at the range.