We had some bozos shoot up our steel plates in one of the pistol pits with AR's and AK's that the cowboy action shooters use.
Usually the gun club I go to is empty or the people are pretty decent.
I went to a range in Seattle once, that was scary!
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We had some bozos shoot up our steel plates in one of the pistol pits with AR's and AK's that the cowboy action shooters use.
Usually the gun club I go to is empty or the people are pretty decent.
I went to a range in Seattle once, that was scary!
Here's the range I used to shoot at until I had too many close calls. This is a US Forest Range in SC.
* Others shooting into my targets.
* Others walking downrange when it's hot.
* Weapons handling when cold range.
* Leaving trash all around which includes TVs, glass, and everything under the sun.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=reOdU61GWNI
I guess I am lucky. I have only been to one formal range. The rifle range was 100 yards! I have 200 yards right in my backyard. I can drive 3 miles to my cousins hayfield and shoot 530 strait accross, and 700 if nobody is at the turkey houses. I could still shoot then safely but I just dont like it! Alot of things I used to take for granted.
the biggest problem we have is the dill hole that shows up and wants to talk all day and never shoots..what an ass..
I sold my brand new Dick Weber bowling ball to a friend at the bowling alley because I couldn't hit the pins but I did hit my ankle 3 times in one night and it hurt so bad I had to quit. Ball, case and shoes for 15 bucks and a Budweiser. Never looked back...piece of crap bowling ball. :crutch: :becky:
Last month I let a fellow shoot my pistol. He muzzle swept me with it loaded. Not fifteen minutes later he yelled at somebody for muzzle sweeping him.
All this negativity. Heres something humorous. When I was 17 I skipped on senior skip day and went to sight in my .22. I was the only one there. About an hour in 2 guys come and start shooting at 25 yards with HK MP5s with red dots. I overheard them talking about drugs and got a little nervous. We declared cease fire to check targets. they looked at me and said aren't you supposed to be in school? I said I'm sick. (insert fake cough) they looked at my target and bet me i couldn't do it again at 50 yards. I'll take that bet. We got back they started watching my target with binos. I got bored and started blasting my clothes pins holding my target up.
We all have at least one horror story ending in ......... packed up and left.
1. I have two local outdoor ranges. One has several range officers on duty at any given time, the other has semi conscious R.O.'s at any given time. I went ONCE to the other range, watched what was going on after I paid my fee and before I unpacked and observed barrels going left and right. I never unpacked and never went back.
2. At the "safe" range, I am sitting there at my bench. To my right, a couple in their 50's-60's (my age more or less) come in and the wife sits down and hubby unpacks, out of the Savage shipping box, a brand new .22. He points it my way while unpacking and I ask him to keep the muzzle downrange (politely). He does so and says I shouldn't worry since he is an expert hunter and is showing his wife how to shoot since it is her first time. I have my right eye on him and not my sights since I am wary. He loads the magazine, but jams it so that no more than one round goes in. I ask him to step aside (to not embarrass him in front of his wife) and tell him the round is jammed in backwards and round facing upwards. I still can't figure out that one but wife unjams it herself. He then loads up the ten rounds and tries to insert the magazine. He tries that backwards, as well. By then, I had already informed the R.O. closest to us to keep an eye open. The expert starts shooting and encounters a jam. He swings the muzzle my way and I went over backwards with my ass hitting the ground. I got up after a few choice words about where he could insert the muzzle while unjamming and I start to pack up. R.O. told him to pack up under supervision, go to the office for a full refund and to please not return.
I was once shooting next to a guy who had a coin in his turret after every shot for about 30 minutes straight. I look over during a break and say... Having a hard time? He says "yea this **** thing is all over the place and none of my adjustments are working". I get up and walk over and notice that he has mounted the scope 90 degrees out of whack to where the windage adjustment is on top. I hated to tell him, because I knew he would be embarrassed, but he was a good sport and laughed it off. I loaned him my hex key set to fix it. He told me he was happy I discovered it before he marched into the gun shop and demanded they take their piece of junk scope back... lol
It's rough. They have a good 500 yard range, but you need to "qualify" for it. That requires several acts of God and it will never happen. So I go there and hate it. Public 200 yard range only. All other ranges off limits to everybody except range ownership.
Rio Salado in Arizona in case anybody wants to know which range to avoid.
I am thinking one day I should just start using the range. I'll probably lose my membership doing it, but they are crooks that won't allow members to shoot anyway.
I figured I could share this ridiculousness that happened today.
Went to the local range to shoot the 440 yard target. There was already a high schooler there shooting a "tacticool" AR-10 that had every attachment possible hung on it. I started unpacking my things while he was shooting. He got done with a mag and he let me run down and set up a target. I give him the thumbs up and I take my first shot and am about to put the next shell in when the kid yells "PULL!" I then look over to see him open fire at 4 geese about 50 feet up in the air. As I take cover I hear a siren as a police officer has her gun pulled aiming at the kid. He was arrested for a list of things and his weapon was confiscated... I went home after that.
Wow! Seriously? I've seen and done some things from the dumbazzed category... but ho da hey mofo got what he asked for!
This is the first time that anything like that has happened usually the range is pretty good. The only problem that I've encountered there is getting the guys with tactical defense shotguns and ARs off the pistol range but to much of a hassle. It will definitely make me think about going back anytime soon.
We have a couple like that, they think the target backer 2X4 frames are fun to shoot in half on the 15-25 yard ranges. I've already rebuilt them on a Thursday evening work night and they were shot up by Sunday morning. We let be known anyone caught will have a choice, replace the materials and rebuild them on their time and their expense or their membership is kaput.
Bill
I am blessed to have a close friend who enjoy's shooting as much as me. This is where we play.
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I stopped going to the range after some kids on the pistol range thought it was funny to lob some rounds at me on the rifle range... PTSD is a mofo! Luckily no one got hurt. I agree though, no more public ranges for me!
It just really sucks that a select few have to make it a bad experience. It would be a dream if I had a 600 yard range in my backyard but the most I have is 100 and even that it's a bit of a stretch because I'm shooting from the ditch in the front yard
Got to love the "Bench Hog".
I go to the range today and there are 10 tables and 4 guys, no room for me.
Guess I'll try again tomorrow.
Wow.
Reading some of these stories are a bit frightening.
At the public range I go to, lately I notice many wanna-be's, mall ninjas and plain 'ol scary people that I believe should be allowed to be in the same county as a gun, let alone shoot one.
Sometimes it's difficult to focus on the shot when I'm trying to make sure I don't GET shot.
The RSO's at the place are a great bunch of guys. Some day's they all look like they need a stiff drink by 1030hrs.
I recall one of them getting into an argument with a know it all that carried his loaded rifle to the set up area - even though there's signs everywhere stating loaded weapons on the firing line ONLY. I had a hard time keeping a straight face when the RSO told the guy "if I wasn't working right now I'd knock you on your a**" with his boss standing there.
The know -it -all was told to pack up & leave & don't come back.
Just one of the many reasons I like my own private place to shoot.
The range scares the dog poop out of me. Ninja want'a bees seem to rule. Lucky to hit a target at 25 yards but got all the toys!
In my area we went for 12-15 years without a rifle range then a local dealer built a darn nice range. Of late I stared getting into bench rest shooting. On Thursday mornings about ten AM there is a group of well healed fellow old farts who get together, They are hand loaders, chronograph equipted, serious shooters. They are really knowledgeable, nice, helpful and fun guys. I told them to watch out for me I'm not worth a flip at this. They said sit down gear up and we will instruct you and help in any way we can. GREAT bunch of guys for sure.
I have gone out on a few Saturdays I sit and watch the line/benches in shock and awl. I watch all then find the experienced guys and sit in. A couple of times I have gone paid admission and never unloaded my gun just ask for a rain check and return on Thursdays AM. Thanks god for those old guys with experience, knowledge, and patients.
I was at the range this spring. When I pulled in two guys were shooting at the 600 yd. benches. The gun they were shooting was rocking the roof. 300 weatherby maybe. It was loud. I was playing with some loads for my fcp-sr in 308. I got set up, and strapped on a Magnettospeed 2. One of the guys comes over asking about it. I gave him the specifics about. During the talk the other guy walks over, and says Magnettos are scrap for every reason you can think of. Ok what ever. They walk back to the other end of the range where Mr know it all pulls out a standard chrono. He asks for a ceasefire to set it up. The slope at that end of the range is way too steep, but that didn't stop him. After he's done he calls all clear, and I fire a few rounds. He lets go with the elephant gun, and the round goes straight through the instrument pack on the chrono. Plastic everywhare. His buddy takes one look at me, and busts out laughing so hard I thought he was going medical attention. Mr know it all glares at him for a second or two, then looks at me and screams "don't you say a f*****g word." All I could do was smile. You can't buy that kind of amusement. Be safe all.