Arrrggghhh! Still couldn't go shooting!

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I had ear surgery back on June 3rd, and the doc said "no" to several activities, including shooting. His orders were that I was to wait until I saw him today.

So, I put my rifle and rangebag in the car, and headed off to the doctor. He said everything was looking good, and that I could go shooting.

Off to the range. Unlocked the gate, drove up to the benches, and saw the notice: the club has now reinstated the policy requiring a range officer to be present whenever anyone is shooting.

There was nobody there, so I had no choice but to turn around and go home.

:banghead:

Oh, well. I'll try for Saturday.

And all of this is due to the fact that the police chief in Muskego, WI is an idiot. (Long story).
 
Ummmmm.....

If no one was there, how would they know you were shooting? You know, if a tree falls in the woods and no one is there, blah, blah, blah.

:confused:
 
Because the Muskego PD comes around from time to time, just to see if anyone is shooting without an RO there.

A couple of years ago a guy who'd bought a new home in a new subdivision near our range claimed that a shot from the range went through his front window, penetrated a cabinet door in the kitchen, and lodged itself in a 2" x 4" in the wall.

The home is 800 yards from the benches at our range. There's a treeline about 125 yards from the benches that, together with the height of the berm, is probably 150 feet tall.

The alleged bullet was a .30 caliber.

So, this bullet had to clear the treeline (the trees were in full leaf) and then begin its descent after just 400 yards, and still have enough energy to penetrate glass and two layers of wood.

The NRA brought two ballistics experts out, and both said that said bullet could not have come from our range.

Nonetheless, the chief said that the club had to erect baffles to prevent rounds from going over the tree line, and also had to have an RO whenever anyone was shooting.

Since the club was leasing the land, the chief threatened to pressure the land owner to eject the club at the end of the lease.

Now the club is trying to buy the land, and doesn't want to annoy the powers-that-be on the zoning board.

I warned you it was a long story. ;)
 
sympathy

Okay, where the hell do you live? I really need to know so that I never move there. Right now, I'm taking a break from making some hot 10mm's. Tomorrow night, I'm going to be shooting several hundred hot loads of different calibers. I could never, ever, ever, ever live in a state where I had to have a LEO present to shoot. Geez!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Private club? Simple solution become a range officer. In fact the club should make everyone a range officer.
 
Oh, this is great. I spent over half an hour describing the "treeline shooting" that allegedly happened, and the post was eaten by the server.

So, real quick: there is no way that the shot that penetrated a window, a cabinet door, a layer of drywall, and then lodged itself into a wall stud came from our range. The homeowner shot his own house, or a neighbor shot the house. That's it.

The house was 800 yards from the bench. The round would have had to clear 150 or so feet of treeline (fix in your head the angle the shooter would have been using), then begin to decelerate after just 400 yards.

This sounds more like lobbing a bullet than shooting it.

But, consider that, after said bullet began its descent after 400 yards, it suddenly picked up steam, established a trajectory parallel to the ground at about six to eight feet, punched through a window, a cabinet door, and then still had the energy to become lodged in a 2" x 4" wall stud.

This bullet is even more magical than the one that killed JFK. And the investigator--in this case, the Muskego police chief--has an agenda.

And that's why I'm not disobeying the club's rules. We're on thin ice.

gezzer, Bandit101, every member is a range officer. They don't have to be law enforcement. In fact, RO's don't even have to be anything more than another warm body.

That's what ticked me off today. All they're asking is that there be two people shooting, or at least two people at the range, so that there's corroborating testimony should one of these suburban whiners file a complaint.

I understand it, but it ticks me off. One of the major reasons I joined this club years ago was that I was able to shoot 365 days a year. My favorite time for shooting is winter, when there's nobody around. For rifle shooting, the barrel cools down fast. For pistol shooting, I don't have to worry about being "psyched out" by someone better. I can just concentrate on the task at hand. I'd shoot when it was five degrees. Just shoot, warm up the hands in the car or truck, and then shoot some more.

Now, I have to call all sorts of people to find out if anyone is going to be there. And, chances are, there won't be.

We have a range protection law in Wisconsin that keeps whiners from shutting down existing ranges. But, when the police chief is pressuring the owner of the property to eject an existing range, that's pretty hard to fight.

Thanks, Chief. Update your resume. I hear they want blissninnies in Saskatchewan.
 
Oh, yeah, Bill. Aren't you one of those who's always complaining that there's no place to shoot? ;)

Sorry, I meant no place to shoot when it's sub-zero temps and you're wearing a kilt. ;)

As always, just kidding with you, my friend. I hope things are going well with you and Spoon, and the idiots who want polishing done for nothing get what they deserve.

An aside: for the past week or so, my wife and her sister have been combing every closet to come up with pictures of her father. They found a few, but they found a whole ton of photos that I took of Debbie back when she was considering becoming a model, and I was working 100% to become a photographer.

I'll scan them and post them on one of my websites, and email you the link.

Why?

Just to show you how fast time goes. Man, those pictures were like yesterday.

Enjoy shooting, enjoy your time with Spoon, and don't worry too much about Jim Doyle. He looks more like he's dead than I do, and he's in better shape. ;)
 
LOL!!! Spoon likes the Doyle comment...

And I NEVER complain about being in a kilt in sub-zero temps. I just make sure to stand with my legs together ('cause that breeze is a pain, ya know)... :evil:

At some point, we'll get you up here, where you can shoot without worrying about the cops showing up... ;)
 
Whooo boy, that's a hard one to imagine:

"And I NEVER complain about being in a kilt in sub-zero temps. I just make sure to stand with my legs together ('cause that breeze is a pain, ya know)... "

Now, is that the Weaver Stance, the Isocolces, or just the "ooohhh, my privates are numb" stance? ;) (I suspect the latter would involve crossed legs).

And just which[i/] of the comments about Doyle did Spoon like the best? The point that Doyle looks less dead than I do? ;)

Bill, here's the whole reason why I said I might (if I have the time) post some pic's of Debbie and of me from way back in the 1970's and 1980's: you and Spoon are still young, fit, and able.

Imagine you and Spoon in a 427 Hemi-Charger, and that every time you hit the gas pedal, you looked more like your grandparents.

That's what it's like. It's a time acceleration machine, and you have no control. The Supreme Being doesn't even let you see the gas gauge. Driving on empty? Sorry, pal.

To keep this gun-related, twenty years ago I used to shoot in IPSC matches. I wasn't the best, but I wasn't the worst. I handicapped myself by using a S&W 586 in a shoulder holster, when everybody else was shooting wonder-nines with 18 in the mag, but no knock-down capability. That's how I won my only pin-busting match: the guys with the comp'ed pistols didn't have the power to knock over the pins,whereas I was shooting full-house .357 magnums. One shot, one knock-over.

I guess what I'm saying is to take advantage of every offer life gives you: time to go to the range? take it. Time to spend with Spoon? Absolutely take it. Time to go to the range with Spoon? Hell,man, you're the luckiest man on Earth.

Why? Aside from the obvious point that, at some time, a doctor is going to tell you that you can't go shooting, when you reach that point, life just sucks.

You have the eyes of a 30 year-old, the stableness, and the acumen. On top of that, you have a wife who shares your passion for shooting.

Near as I can tell, the only thing you're missing is an indoor range where you don't have to freeze your particulars off while wearing that silly kilt. ;)
 
Well, the gun gods finally smiled on me, and I got some time at the range today, and it was great.

There was a guy there teaching a newbie friend how to shoot. He started with a .22, then let her shoot a .357, which she didn't like. They moved on to an AR15, which she did enjoy.

I winced, though, when he told her that the .223 was designed to wound, not kill.

And that Century G3 now performs like a champ. Not a hiccup all afternoon. I just have to find an HK91 elevation sight tool, because the rifle is shooting about six inches too high. I had to aim at the bottom edge of the paper to keep the shots in the black.
 
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