Brought a relatively anti friend to the range today.
My usual shooting buddy and I had been itching to get out and shoot for a while... almost 5 months.
A friend of mine, not a shooter and kinda fearful of the whole gun thing actually wanted to come. Always eager to have another friend come shooting, he tagged along.
Gave him the 4 rules speech at the gate, then we carried all the toys out to the largebore range.
Not having any of my bigger stuff sighted in, I put him on my little .22 to start, while I got busy dialing in scopes and red dots and what have you.
After playing with the .22 for a while, he graduated to the .357 levergun, my newest fun shooter. It was about that time I broke out the Beast (nothing special, just a .30-06 I love to feed HV ammo to
) to sight in her new scope. I come back from the 25 yard targets, put it in the X at 100, and think. "hm... Dave might like to try this."
Sat him down behind the rifle, and walked him through the loading procedure, told him where the safety is and gave him my usual warning that I give everyone with that gun: "I got to messing with the trigger on this rifle. It is light enough now so that all you have to do is look at it funny, and BAM!"
Not exactly true, as it breaks at somewhere around a pound, but good to warn someone who has been using 5-6 pound triggers all morning.
He sets up on the bench cannon and I move down a spot to take out the SL8. I'm about to fire it after the thunderclap from the aught-six when I hear...
"Uh, Phil? you didn't warn me about recoil." I look over at him and the first thing i notice is this little red crack in his forehead... it was a little harry-potter-esque lightning bolt shaped cut.
Cleared my rifle (in a damned hurry, mind you), and took a good look at it. Just about then, the blood starts to flow down his face. 
The RO was an old army medic, Dave and I are both EMT's so we had a band-aid on his head in no time.
After 10 minutes (of me totally LMAO and picking bits of skin off of my nice scope), he was shooting again (leaving the 06 alone, of course) and we moved to smallbore and burned up even more money.
All in all, today was a successful day, at least for 2 of the 3 of us.
How many member of this most illustrious group do we have here?
... and does anyone sell engraved plaques?
/Arcli9ht
Will try to follow with pics
My usual shooting buddy and I had been itching to get out and shoot for a while... almost 5 months.
A friend of mine, not a shooter and kinda fearful of the whole gun thing actually wanted to come. Always eager to have another friend come shooting, he tagged along.
Gave him the 4 rules speech at the gate, then we carried all the toys out to the largebore range.
Not having any of my bigger stuff sighted in, I put him on my little .22 to start, while I got busy dialing in scopes and red dots and what have you.
After playing with the .22 for a while, he graduated to the .357 levergun, my newest fun shooter. It was about that time I broke out the Beast (nothing special, just a .30-06 I love to feed HV ammo to
) to sight in her new scope. I come back from the 25 yard targets, put it in the X at 100, and think. "hm... Dave might like to try this."Sat him down behind the rifle, and walked him through the loading procedure, told him where the safety is and gave him my usual warning that I give everyone with that gun: "I got to messing with the trigger on this rifle. It is light enough now so that all you have to do is look at it funny, and BAM!"
Not exactly true, as it breaks at somewhere around a pound, but good to warn someone who has been using 5-6 pound triggers all morning.
He sets up on the bench cannon and I move down a spot to take out the SL8. I'm about to fire it after the thunderclap from the aught-six when I hear...
"Uh, Phil? you didn't warn me about recoil." I look over at him and the first thing i notice is this little red crack in his forehead... it was a little harry-potter-esque lightning bolt shaped cut.
Cleared my rifle (in a damned hurry, mind you), and took a good look at it. Just about then, the blood starts to flow down his face. The RO was an old army medic, Dave and I are both EMT's so we had a band-aid on his head in no time.
After 10 minutes (of me totally LMAO and picking bits of skin off of my nice scope), he was shooting again (leaving the 06 alone, of course) and we moved to smallbore and burned up even more money.
All in all, today was a successful day, at least for 2 of the 3 of us.
How many member of this most illustrious group do we have here?
... and does anyone sell engraved plaques?
/Arcli9ht
Will try to follow with pics
