I was shooting with a buddy of mine at the club this weekend when a couple of guys we knew didn't belong there drove up. I asked them if we could help them and they said no, they were waiting for the NRA instructor. Turns out one of the guys was a bounty hunter who needed to qualify with a new weapon, an XD-45. The test is a pretty tough one. Keep 50 of 60 rounds in the black, anywhere in the black, on a double size torso target at 15 yards. We told him we'd hold off shooting until he was done. After he was, we called the range cold so the target could be scored and retrieved. I figured I'd use this time to collect some of the brass that fell forward of the bench. Let just say that a .45 acp is very loud when one is standing 3 feet in front and 4-5 feet to the right of the muzzle while some yahoo pulls the trigger as fast as he can. Turns out Dogg the bounty hunter's buddy didn't quite understand the rules. He figured his friend was back behind the bench, so what the hell, let's let'er rip. Didn't even seem to care to much when the slide locked back and he finally saw me. Surprisingly, I calmly packed my stuff, went to the club house, paid for my rounds of skeet that I had shot earlier in the morning and ordered a Bud with a Beam on the rocks. Ringing ears and all.