My brother and I went out to shoot off a few rounds at the range this afternoon. When we first got there and signed in, the guy at the counter shares with us a short story: He lost his temper on one of the guys on the handgun range because he put a target up over a sign that said "DO NOT SHOOT HERE" for his kids to shoot at. Ok, that right there should have told me to pack up and leave, but I haven't shot a rifle in over a year... I was in need. We walk out to the range and notice that we were the only ones on the rifle side. Everyone else was on the handgun range.. fine, we weren't going to shoot the 44 first anyway. From what we kept hearing over the speaker "Handgun range DO NOT touch weapons during a cease fire. GET BEHIND the red line." we figured it was going to be safer to stay where we were. About 2 hours later 5 hicks come over from the handgun range (yes, the same ones that were getting yelled at over and over again for safety issues) bragging about this 50 cal they have... none were wearing safety goggles or ear protection. The first words out of their mouths were "Oh fuck yeah, this gun is the fucking shiznit." GREEEEEAT, this sounds like an issue waiting to happen. Sure enough, they pull it out and THE SAFETY IS OFF AS HE'S LOADING IT (he's also holding it pointed straight up in the air as). The first guy starts shooting at my target from 3 stations down. Now, keep in mind each station has a number that matches the target down range... pretty basic from range to range. So I calmly put the safety on, eject the round and the mag, put down my rifle and walk over to their group... "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING SHOOTING AT MY TARGET????" I got a blank DUH stare from each one of them. "Your target? Which one is yours? You mean we can't just shoot at any of them?" I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. I had to explain to these smackasses that the number over their head was the lane they were supposed to shoot in and that if they didn't put up the target they weren't supposed to shoot at it. They couldn't understand why either. They thought I was mad because they put a hole in my target. "We'll buy you a new one if you want." A new one? WTF? Are you kidding me? In the meantime, I'm looking around and the safety official is sitting on her fat, lazy ass inside the office watching the whole thing. No one who works there seemed to care that these evolutionary rejects were handling this loaded weapon with not a care in the world about how to do it safely. We finally left because I started to lose control of my temper.
AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!
I propose a new rule for ANY public firing range... MANDITORY IQ TEST for anyone who walks through the front gate. If you score below a certain number you are shot on site and your limp body is dumped over the cliff. Your weapons are then given to the next person who comes in that passes the IQ test. Sounds reasonable, right?
AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!
I propose a new rule for ANY public firing range... MANDITORY IQ TEST for anyone who walks through the front gate. If you score below a certain number you are shot on site and your limp body is dumped over the cliff. Your weapons are then given to the next person who comes in that passes the IQ test. Sounds reasonable, right?