MilsurpShooter
April 9, 2005, 06:06 PM
For those who don't know about me, I'm an avid WWI and WWII history guy. This set's me out among most of my friends being that i'm only 20 years old. I took my Yugo M48 out today along with about 150 rounds of the new Yugo Surplus ammo I picked up. Put my stuff in the car and drove down the the range. I like going around 2:30, this way I can shoot and ocne we clean up I can walk down and collect my target (a cease fire on this range usually means something really bad has happened, glad to say all the times i've been there, no cease fires.) I pulled into the parking lot, locked the car and headed to register. As i'm in the lobby part I can hear some rather heated debating going on, yelling, a little cursing, sounded like a very angry person. I look over, and sitting on the couch are 2 of the range officers and a older guy, from the look of him I automatically thought WWII vet. I walk up to register and can hear him in the background.
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"Those stupid kids, just because they're younger and have the newest top of the line rifles that daddy probably bought them, think they can tell me how to shoot and make fun of me. They didn't think I heard them but I did."
Now, this perked my ears up a little, so I asked Eddie at the counter what happened. Some 18 year old kids decided to come in today with AR-15's and brand new Remingtons. They saw what he was shooting and started making comments and generally making fun of the guy. Now that got me a little mad, these guys making a bad name for the younger shooters at this range, but I just let it stay. As I got my receipt and headed to the car to get my gear the elderly gentlemen came into the lobby, stared at me and said:
"Oh great, another young guy who'll make fun of me"
Now at this I stopped and looked at him closely for the first time. White hair, short but still looked like he could make anyone pay in a fight. Rather then say anything negative or try to defend myself I asked him if he was a WWII vet, he said yes and I just held out my hand to him. Didn't say anything just looked at him and held my hand out. He looked at me kind of wierd, rubbed the back of his head and took my hand. When he asked why we were shaking hands I just said "Because your a vet, and I appreciate the sacrifice you, and your generation made for the rest of us".
We sat down and talked a little, I asked him what happened, which he explained to me. Curiosity got to me and I asked him what he was shooting, a surplus Garand that he managed to pick up.
I just told him my entire generation wasn't like the poor example that he had just seen. I paid another hour for him, even though he objected a number of times and we headed to the cars to get our stuff and head back down. As he opened his trunk he pulled out a different rifle then a Garand. I looked over and saw him proudly holding a 1903 Springfield with a scope. When I asked him if that's what it was he proudly said yes, and that he was a sharpshooter in the war. As I reached into my trunk he asked if I was going to pull out some Barret .50 caliber. I just smiled and showed him my Yugo M48. We both laughed a little at that one and headed down to the range.
The kids were still there, just generally being obnoxious, quieted down a bit when the elderly guy sat down at the table and proceeded to fire. They all shut up once they saw his target, by the end of the session, the entire center X of his target was blown out with a large portion of the 10 ring gone as well.
As we were leaving he gave me an invitation to a 12th annual FNRA event. I look forward to being there and finding out his name, which, I stupidly, never asked for.
A thank you to all the Veterans out there, and there are some of my generation who realise what you gave and suffered through.
(edited to follow)
"Those stupid kids, just because they're younger and have the newest top of the line rifles that daddy probably bought them, think they can tell me how to shoot and make fun of me. They didn't think I heard them but I did."
Now, this perked my ears up a little, so I asked Eddie at the counter what happened. Some 18 year old kids decided to come in today with AR-15's and brand new Remingtons. They saw what he was shooting and started making comments and generally making fun of the guy. Now that got me a little mad, these guys making a bad name for the younger shooters at this range, but I just let it stay. As I got my receipt and headed to the car to get my gear the elderly gentlemen came into the lobby, stared at me and said:
"Oh great, another young guy who'll make fun of me"
Now at this I stopped and looked at him closely for the first time. White hair, short but still looked like he could make anyone pay in a fight. Rather then say anything negative or try to defend myself I asked him if he was a WWII vet, he said yes and I just held out my hand to him. Didn't say anything just looked at him and held my hand out. He looked at me kind of wierd, rubbed the back of his head and took my hand. When he asked why we were shaking hands I just said "Because your a vet, and I appreciate the sacrifice you, and your generation made for the rest of us".
We sat down and talked a little, I asked him what happened, which he explained to me. Curiosity got to me and I asked him what he was shooting, a surplus Garand that he managed to pick up.
I just told him my entire generation wasn't like the poor example that he had just seen. I paid another hour for him, even though he objected a number of times and we headed to the cars to get our stuff and head back down. As he opened his trunk he pulled out a different rifle then a Garand. I looked over and saw him proudly holding a 1903 Springfield with a scope. When I asked him if that's what it was he proudly said yes, and that he was a sharpshooter in the war. As I reached into my trunk he asked if I was going to pull out some Barret .50 caliber. I just smiled and showed him my Yugo M48. We both laughed a little at that one and headed down to the range.
The kids were still there, just generally being obnoxious, quieted down a bit when the elderly guy sat down at the table and proceeded to fire. They all shut up once they saw his target, by the end of the session, the entire center X of his target was blown out with a large portion of the 10 ring gone as well.
As we were leaving he gave me an invitation to a 12th annual FNRA event. I look forward to being there and finding out his name, which, I stupidly, never asked for.
A thank you to all the Veterans out there, and there are some of my generation who realise what you gave and suffered through.