Cheeseybacon
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This past Monday I had off work for Martin Luther King Jr. day so I decided I would take advantage of the opportunity and get in some much needed time at the range. So I packed up my Colt and Beretta and off I went. When I arrived at the range I was happy to notice that I had the whole range to myself. I was there by myself for maybe 15-20 minutes when a very fat old woman pulled in to the range. When she got out of the car she DEFINATELY didn't look like the shooting type at all but in any case I figured that this was as good a time as any to examine and replace my targets. I took my time and went about it really slow and lazily, figuring I'd give her plenty of time to get her stuff together and setup her targets. After I finished setting up my targets I came back and started loading up magazines to keep myself occupied while she setup. I slowly loaded up 3 7-round 1911 mags and 2 15-round Beretta mags. When I was finally finished loading all of my magazines I was astonished to see that the woman had not done anything done more than plop her butt down on a bench. She didn't have any guns, ammo or targets with her. I thought this was really really strange, I mean, what's the point of going to a gun range on a wet, overcast day if you aren't gonna do some shooting? She did have hearing protection though, which I found odd. Anyway I continued shooting, and periodically looked at her out of the corner of my eye. She was just patiently sitting at one of nearby the shooting benches watching me shoot, sorta zoning out it appeared. About a half hour later I decided that I had better start picking up my brass since I had flung quite a bit of it all over the place. I reload and would rather pick up two smaller batches of brass than wait until the end when I'm all tired and pick up one massive pile of brass. So I start picking up my brass and can't help but notice that this woman is now giving me the evil eye. She didn't say anything but I could feel her eyes boring holes into me and avoided eye contact. I picked up as much of my brass as I could find, dumped it in a big pile on the shooting bench then went back to shooting again for probably another half hour. Finally when I was ready to leave I retrieved my targets, dumped my first pile of brass into my ammo box, and then proceeded to pick up my remaining brass. At this point the woman stood up, now angrily scowing and said "You know you could have told me you reload!" I was really caught off guard by what I was hearing. I don't know what her intentions were, but the range is absolutely littered with brass of all kind, all I was interested in was my own .45 ACP and 9mm brass that I had just used. All I could say was "Uh, sorry." I packed away my gear and brass and promptly left. As I was leaving I saw her get out a bag and begin picking up various peices of brass.
Really really odd experience. I thought it was pretty strange, I've never encountered a "brass vulture" before. I talked to the management later and they assured me that they didn't have any kind of personnel who directly managed or maintained the range while people were using it. Anyone else ever have a similar experience? People are weird...
Really really odd experience. I thought it was pretty strange, I've never encountered a "brass vulture" before. I talked to the management later and they assured me that they didn't have any kind of personnel who directly managed or maintained the range while people were using it. Anyone else ever have a similar experience? People are weird...