13 stereo-types of shooters at the range

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I hate range nazi's. My old range was run by the Wild Life service and they placed a range nazi there after it became too popular. I got yelled at for handling an optic during range cold...my rifle was unloaded, bolt back, and I wasn't even touching it, just the optic.
Everyone else there left their weapons loaded pointed down range when everyone went down range. Personally I found people leaving loaded weapons a little scarier than me handling an optic. I touched the stock of my rifle I got yelled at. I loaded magazines on range cold I got the evil eye. Never went back there again. Just because I was the youngest person there I apparantly don't know anything and can't be trusted...but the idiots going crazy with 75 round drum ak's who are 60ish were trustworthy...
 
^^ I know what you mean Carter, I'm considered a young, stupid, irresponsible kid wherever I seem to go to go shooting just because I'm 21. Looking younger doesn't help. I can appreciate not being as experienced as somebody who may have been at ranges or shooting for 20+ years but that doesn't mean you have to treat me like I'm the idiot girlfriend who swings a loaded gun around when she doesn't want to shoot anymore :p . There is a an open range (if you can call it that) that me and my father go to every so often thats pretty much just a crater on the side of a mountain where you can shoot up old computers and what not. The experience there ranges from very good (all by yourself to plink without ear protection and a .22 rifle) to very bad ( Swarming with mall ninjas and rednecks who take up the whole space and take forever to shoot)

It is by no means a range in my mind and more of a place where you can shoot some watermelons and such. The last time we went a mixed group of what appeared to be black-tac and paramilitary poser people had sprayed an orange line in the dirt and declared it the firing line. I wasn't opposed to the idea but when I was sitting shooting my rifle way off to the left and maybe a foot behind the line, I was asked to scoot further forward so I could be pelted with hot brass.
 
That was good. Unfortunately, I've encountered most of them at my local range. :rolleyes:
 
Cute, but making fun of other folk doesn't really constitute stayin' on The High Road.
 
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