Posted: 1/11/2010 12:01:17 AM EDT
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Yea, the worst I had recently was down at Knob Creek, crazy packed.
Guy next table over tells the range master I am shooting his targets. I clearly showed the RM my targets, all was good. Cease fire and Hot again, then the bitching comes again. Guy next to me is now bitching about being hit with brass. Usually I would just move and shrug it off, but no where to move too. Shaking my head, I just shot kneeling the rest of the time. Rant over. Moral of story, don't be a pussy at the range. |
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"Your M1A is too loud and I cannot concentrate on my target."
"The muzzle brake on your FAL is blasting my ears." "Your USP 40C is too loud, it's bothering my son shooting his 10/22." "You're shooting my target!" Err, no idiot, you're shooting at the wrong target. "That's an illegal assault rifle, I'm telling the range master."
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"Your M1A is too loud and I cannot concentrate on my target." "The muzzle brake on your FAL is blasting my ears." "Your USP 40C is too loud, it's bothering my son shooting his 10/22." "You're shooting my target!" Err, no idiot, you're shooting at the wrong target. "That's an illegal assault rifle, I'm telling the range master."
The list goes on and on. I've heard that around here, surprisingly no one ever mentions anything about breaks or loudness down at the range. But I have seen some newer shooters jump and actually shy away from shooting all together from the loudness. Dunno. I am running a mock-up Phantom by DoubleStar and no complaints yet... |
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Never had a too terrible exprence really Only time I have ever been yelled at was at a IPSC match on one of the adjacent ranges from the course they had a function/sight in/whatever range set up you could used I was with SOT friend of mine he had a G18 and was letting people do mag dumps with it if they had 9mm ammo with um however I figured we were in for it when the head RO came screaming around the corner on a ATV and screamed put that motherfucking machine gun down goddammit but he calmed quick and was nice apparently no MGs on this range however since there were no signs or anything they just told us to quit and didn't boot us out but it might have looked bad if he tried to boot 1/2 of the people there for the match that were shooting this pistol |
Calling a cease fire on a range, three of us changing targets, ass hole FUDD at the end of the shooting line with a lever action .44 zipped us with 3 rds downrange before someone could get him to stop firing
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Some guy brought his girlfriend to the range and she proceeded to prance around, stick her ass and elbows out into me, tried to get the attention of everyone around her, walked back and forth right behind me, made her boyfriend pull in his target after every single shot so she could fawn over how "awesome a shot" her "baby" was, and generally made an ass out of herself. She never actually touched the gun (a bolt action .22), but she was a super cool awesome girlfriend for coming with her baby to the range. He looked like he was twelve and he couldn't hit the broad side of a barn from the inside. From a rest. At seven yards.
Bunch of tacticool guys with brand new ARs and AKs, terrible trigger discipline, waving their guns around and unable to hit their targets. Hit mine a few times though. I didn't stay long, which was a waste of $14 and a 40 minute round trip. |
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I pissed off the entire range when I convinced my friend to rent the .50 bmg at an indoor range. 4 shots, $10 a shot was the going rate, I think it's to persuade the people shooting it to not do so very often. Some poor guy brought in his girl friend for the first time right as we were doing the first shot, didn't help that he just got his mosin that week too. everyone's generally pretty well behaved here, haven't had too many problems |
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Quoted: Suicide in the lane next to me This happened at the pistol range I used to go to as well, in Ohio (no, i was not there at them time)- but it makes me wonder, are these people really too poor to afford a frickin' pistol to DIY at home? ETA: I ask because every time I've heard of this it was a rented weapon by a "non-gun" type..
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Suicide in the lane next to me This happened at the pistol range I used to go to as well, in Ohio (no, i was not there at them time)- but it makes me wonder, are these people really too poor to afford a frickin' pistol to DIY at home? I think most of them probably do it away from home so it will be someone else's problem instead of their family's. |
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Because of the time I arrived at the range and get set up I have to wait till the next time the range go's hot to shoot. Fud next to me, sees me setting up a AR /spotting scope ect,. Well after the range go's hot again I start shooting.
He starts crying about brass hitting him and wants me to stop shooting and go get something to block the brass. So I tell him,I just started shooting, he should of said something when I was setting up,and sense it he is not shooting at the moment that he should go get something to block the brass or wait until the line go's cold. That is when the tears really start to flow,It's your brass that's bothering me! I said it ain't bothering me and started shooting. When the line go's cold I check my target and he still wont get anything to block the brass. This SOB would rather sit and pout about getting hit with brass than walk 50 ft to get a piece of cardboard. Seeing that I am more of a man than him I go get the damn cardboard. Sorry folks but if getting hit with brass bothers you, maybe a packed public range is not the place for you. |
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Quoted: Quoted: Suicide in the lane next to me This happened at the pistol range I used to go to as well, in Ohio (no, i was not there at them time)- but it makes me wonder, are these people really too poor to afford a frickin' pistol to DIY at home? ETA: I ask because every time I've heard of this it was a rented weapon by a "non-gun" type.. It's not that they can't afford it, they're just self-centered, inconsiderate assholes. Which is probably the cause of why they want to kill themselves in the first place. |
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At a Public Range: Before policing up pistol brass on the left most lane, I told a couple just arriving that I'd be Down Range, and please et me know when you're going to start shooting. Needless to say they started shooting at their targets on the Right side without bothering to tell me. |
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All of these happened on public ranges here in South Carolina before I joined a private gun club.
1. Shooter drops a shotgun that goes off. 2. Shooter shoots up target frames without hanging a target. When asked to stop and offered a target by me, he told me that his tax dollars paid for the frame. 3. Shooter hangs a target on top of the berm. 4. Shot up junk down range-glass, cans, even a frying pan. No one polices up the area. 5. Numerous jackasses fondling weapons with people down range. Joining the private club was one of the smartest things that I have ever done. |
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A friend and I took my six year old twins to a public range.
I'd spent the previous two weeks reminding them of the rules. We show up, and get a table. Everyone on the line agrees to a ceasefire- and we set up some targets. We come back down the line, and everyone is getting things laid out (range is still cold) all of a sudden, three old guys to our left (and I mean none of these dudes was a day less than 60) start fingering their guns, and one of them yanks a rifle up, and points it downrange! I yell "ears!" at my boys, when I see these doofuses are ignoring the cold range, and cover the ears of the lad closest to me with my hands, and get the other's ear covers on. Sure enough, he snaps off a shot. The guys hear me, and the genius with the rifle turns, muzzle way closer to me than I'd like. I point out his rifle is not safe, and to point it downrange. (I thought rather politely, as my ears are ringing from his M1 going off about five feet from my virgin ears... One of my boys says (with his ears on) in a loud voice: "Dad? I thought when the range was cold NO ONE was supposed to shoot?" I say, "Yes son, that's right. This man is being unsafe." He turned BRIGHT red, and left. I was glad. Funny part? The table to our right commented about an hour later about how nervous they'd been when they saw my kids, but were impressed that the only safety issue came from the old men, not my boys. Horrible experience? No- but it was educational. Safety first, PERIOD. I don't care how professional you are, or how much you know. |
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Because of the time I arrived at the range and get set up I have to wait till the next time the range go's hot to shoot. Fud next to me, sees me setting up a AR /spotting scope ect,. Well after the range go's hot again I start shooting. He starts crying about brass hitting him and wants me to stop shooting and go get something to block the brass. So I tell him,I just started shooting, he should of said something when I was setting up,and sense it he is not shooting at the moment that he should go get something to block the brass or wait until the line go's cold. That is when the tears really start to flow,It's your brass that's bothering me! I said it ain't bothering me and started shooting. When the line go's cold I check my target and he still wont get anything to block the brass. This SOB would rather sit and pout about getting hit with brass than walk 50 ft to get a piece of cardboard. Seeing that I am more of a man than him I go get the damn cardboard. Sorry folks but if getting hit with brass bothers you, maybe a packed public range is not the place for you. This one time, I had some guy set up to my left and pinged me with what felt like supersonic .308 brass every time he shot. It was hitting me right in the EAR man! And accurate as hell. Each shot, Bam! Right in the ear. I asked him if he had anything to block it cause my ear was turning purple by then. The dude just laughed and reloaded. So I moved two lanes to the left and returned fire. :-) After a couple of mag dumps filled up his bench with hot brass we both went and got stuff to block it.
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A few years ago I went to do a MG familiarization fire while I was in the Navy (Assault Craft Unit) with a bunch of Navy Special Warfare guys (they had desert camo and beards in Norfolk) who brought a bunch of cool weapons, Mk 46's and Mk 48's. After we went through a countless amount of ammo, the NSW guys were finishing up and one of them had his weapon pointed at the deck (finger on the trigger BTW!) and shot into the loading ramp on the assault craft, hitting myself and his Chief with the ricochet. I had to go to the hospital to get the pieces removed, but it wasn't too serious and now I have a cool story. I thought those guys were supposed to be experts in handling firearms! http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v711/andhol3006/IMG_2476.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v711/andhol3006/IMG_2473.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v711/andhol3006/IMG_2479.jpg That looks like a titty!! |
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I once took some friends to the range and let them shoot anything i had, most were ok, but this one guy ('bout as sharp as a spoon) gets off 5 rounds with my AR pistol (in my avatar) and swings around to declare "Dude, that's so cool!" with it at his hip...pointed at my face...safety off...finger on trigger... Needless to say he's not going back with me...ever.
I almost swear i saw the FMJ through the muzzle...
And yes i DID go through the rules prior to anyone getting a gun... |
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Worst range experience, I was running a range at Ft Drum about 10 years ago. Range committee showed up Thursday or early Friday and it was pouring rain. Everything was set up and range was run as best as could be, with the rain pouring the whole time. Sometime late Saturday or early Sunday the rain turned to snow. By the time we boarded the bus mid-day Sunday there was between 6 and 8 inches of snow on the ground. This was an April drill weekend.
Second worst was again at Ft Drum; we were mobing in January 2003 and had to get a record qual fire in as part of our mob process. Drum was snow-covered and thick with ice, and I still recall trying to fire wearing that old brown bear suit and an old flak jacket while laying on a thick pad of ice at the firing line. That one only ranks as second because I didn't have to run that range, whereas in the first example I was stuck there the whole weekend trying to run the show and get everyone qualified. |
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Because of the time I arrived at the range and get set up I have to wait till the next time the range go's hot to shoot. Fud next to me, sees me setting up a AR /spotting scope ect,. Well after the range go's hot again I start shooting. He starts crying about brass hitting him and wants me to stop shooting and go get something to block the brass. So I tell him,I just started shooting, he should of said something when I was setting up,and sense it he is not shooting at the moment that he should go get something to block the brass or wait until the line go's cold. That is when the tears really start to flow,It's your brass that's bothering me! I said it ain't bothering me and started shooting. When the line go's cold I check my target and he still wont get anything to block the brass. This SOB would rather sit and pout about getting hit with brass than walk 50 ft to get a piece of cardboard. Seeing that I am more of a man than him I go get the damn cardboard. Sorry folks but if getting hit with brass bothers you, maybe a packed public range is not the place for you. This one time, I had some guy set up to my left and pinged me with what felt like supersonic .308 brass every time he shot. It was hitting me right in the EAR man! And accurate as hell. Each shot, Bam! Right in the ear. I asked him if he had anything to block it cause my ear was turning purple by then. The dude just laughed and reloaded. So I moved two lanes to the left and returned fire. :-) After a couple of mag dumps filled up his bench with hot brass we both went and got stuff to block it.
But you did not sit there and pout about it instead of solving the problem One time I had my shirt tucked in and a HOT! 30-06 rolled down my pants LOL it left a burn mark that looked just like the empty. I untuck my shirt now. |






