So I went with my girlfriend out to a MiDNR shooting range last weekend and had quite an experience. We got there early and headed over to the shotgun range (a big field with picnic tables in a line to form a firing line) to teach her how to shoot my 20ga Mossberg. I set up some clay targets on the ground and she manages to blast them away and has a great time pumping new rounds into the chamber. Anyways, after a while, two middle aged guys showed up to shoot clays so I couldn't run out and reset targets for her. We (more like I) spent the next hour or so busting clays from my little 3 pronged clay flinger. I noticed that the guys who showed up had attached their little clay flinger to this concrete table (for lack of a better description). I wanted to know how they did that so I could too, so we secured our shotguns (my 12 and 20) and walked on down to have a chat.
As we approached, they saw us coming and stopped shooting. The guy on the firing line slung his shotgun over his shoulder (while holding the butt of the gun at waist level) to turn and face us. Luckily it was pointed downrange.
BLAM!
He managed to fire the shotgun up into the air. He was lucky to not blow his head off or shoot someone. He looked at his buddy and just laughed. At that point (we were about 30 feet away) I just turned around and walked back to my station without saying anything. My girlfriend is new to guns and I stress safety to the point where I annoy myself. She was noticeably unnerved about being anywhere near the moron.
So with that we decided to head over to the rifle range to get away from these dudes. We're plinking away with my 10/22 when the call to stop shooting to change targets comes on over the megaphone. I lock open the action and we step back behind the safety line. Suddenly a loud "POINT THAT MUZZLE DOWNRANGE" comes on over the megaphone. Guess who it is, our friend from the shotgun range. He had placed his levergun on the bench pointing not downrange, but along the row of benches (where people were still locking open their actions to go downrange).
Needless to say we left quite soon after that and we're not going back to that location.
If I wasn't a poor medical student I'd join a private range to get away from idiots like that (or are they at all ranges?)
As we approached, they saw us coming and stopped shooting. The guy on the firing line slung his shotgun over his shoulder (while holding the butt of the gun at waist level) to turn and face us. Luckily it was pointed downrange.
BLAM!
He managed to fire the shotgun up into the air. He was lucky to not blow his head off or shoot someone. He looked at his buddy and just laughed. At that point (we were about 30 feet away) I just turned around and walked back to my station without saying anything. My girlfriend is new to guns and I stress safety to the point where I annoy myself. She was noticeably unnerved about being anywhere near the moron.
So with that we decided to head over to the rifle range to get away from these dudes. We're plinking away with my 10/22 when the call to stop shooting to change targets comes on over the megaphone. I lock open the action and we step back behind the safety line. Suddenly a loud "POINT THAT MUZZLE DOWNRANGE" comes on over the megaphone. Guess who it is, our friend from the shotgun range. He had placed his levergun on the bench pointing not downrange, but along the row of benches (where people were still locking open their actions to go downrange).
Needless to say we left quite soon after that and we're not going back to that location.
If I wasn't a poor medical student I'd join a private range to get away from idiots like that (or are they at all ranges?)