The wierdest one I ever saw personally: One fine summer afternoon I had taken my new CETME (no brake, no nothing, kind of loud) to the range with some nasty Indian surplus ammo. The only other guy there at the time was a gentleman who built his own FAL's, and we struck up a conversation. He spotted me 20 rounds of Portugese surplus, and we were having a fine time.
Third gentleman walks up at target change, and he's talking to himself. Constant low mutter, just jibbering. No eyes, no ears, scoped sporting rifle. Still talking to himself... He starts shooting, and it's Loud. He lets off 40 rounds in 30 minutes, and at the next target change I take a peek at his empty brass while he's out retrieving. He's shooting a .460 Weatherby Magnum with no eye or ear protection, and talking to himself the whole time, constantly.
Then he left. I figure he must have been stone deaf, and didn't know he was talking to himself out loud the whole time. Or something.
Third gentleman walks up at target change, and he's talking to himself. Constant low mutter, just jibbering. No eyes, no ears, scoped sporting rifle. Still talking to himself... He starts shooting, and it's Loud. He lets off 40 rounds in 30 minutes, and at the next target change I take a peek at his empty brass while he's out retrieving. He's shooting a .460 Weatherby Magnum with no eye or ear protection, and talking to himself the whole time, constantly.
Then he left. I figure he must have been stone deaf, and didn't know he was talking to himself out loud the whole time. Or something.