Okay, so I'm shooting my 8mm Egyptian FN49 today, when an older gent people call "Sarge" comes up to me while I'm shooting and says, "Excuse me, but do you know where you're hot brass is flying?"
The cases from my FN49 usually eject approximately 2:00 and pose no problems, but this time they bounced off a nearby pole and riccocheted over to his bench. "I'm sorry, would you like me to get a screen?" Our range provides courtesy cardboards stands for this very problem.
"I don't give a damn what you do. Don't you know you're dangerous?! There was this guy once whose hot brass went down the shirt of the guy next to him. That guy then turned towards the first guy and accidently shot him with his rifle!" While he's saying this, he's pretending to repeatedly bayonet me with an imaginary rifle, and he's standing all of about two feet away from me.
He had just arrived and couldn't put his target out yet, so he sat back down on one of the benches behind the firing line to wait. "Mind if I shoot the last three rounds first, since you haven't start shooting yet?" I asked.
"I don't care what you do. You're dangerous." Okay....
So I fire off the last three rounds, and before I can sneak a peek through my spotting scope, my buddy (who's shooting on the other side of me) brings me a screen. Cool. Must have overheard the Sarge. How could you not? The guy doesn't speak so much as he lectures loudly.
So I set up the screen and continue shooting. After the next break, the Sarge comes up to me and says, "Oh, and here's more bad news for you: Your rifle's illegal. No one here gives a **** what you shoot, but your rifle's illegal. It's got a bayonet lug."
"Uh, no, it's an FN49. It's a curio."
"It sure as hell is illegal! You have an illegal rifle! Did you buy it before 2000?! Then it's illegal! You can write to the DOJ, and they'll tell you it's illegal. I saw it in Shotgun news. It said 'No sales to CA,' so that means illegal!"
"No, that's a .308 Argentin--"
"Wanna bet?! HOW MUCH YOU WANNA BET?! Your rifle's illegal!"
Okay....
Click ignore button. Commence shooting. Enough with the FN49, out comes the LE No. 4 Mk. II. Trying to enjoy myself.....then, "Oh, an Enfield. Not illegal, like the other one."
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"It's not illegal."
"Sure it is!" He goes on to loudly rant about how he's not anti-gun, how gun control laws are silly, how our CA Senators are evil and don't trust us with guns, etc., all while pointing and wagging his finger about four inches from my face. "See, so your rifle's illegal." Yeah.
By now, my buddy's had his fill, and the guy on the other side of him is simply shaking his head. Buddy's gonna say something, but takes patient cue from me. "Okay, you're right. Uh huh. Yeah. Right." I nod, feigning acquiescence to get this guy outta my face. Don't want to get into a louder-is-righter debate. The whole "Never argue with a fool" thing.
Click IGNORE! Continue shooting. During break, I check my target at 100 yds. Voice from hell: "So how's that British Enfield shooting? Hitting your target?"
"Yup." I quickly turn back to the benches to avoid saying anything smart.
Fortunately, the Sarge leaves soon after that. Appears the company wasn't friendly enough for him. I wave goodbye as he drives away.
Unfortunately, some doofuses down at the other end of the range decide it's a good idea to shoot at my steel pistol target with their .223 rifle. Paint spatters to the right of the divots in my steel plate, so shots are coming from the left. Only three benches shooting rifles to my left, and I know immediately which one it is. They deny doing it, of course, but at least they stop. They keep looking over their shoulders as they walk to their car. One divot per doofus.
[Lawdog] *sigh* [/Lawdog] Man, was I a magnet for headaches today....
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The cases from my FN49 usually eject approximately 2:00 and pose no problems, but this time they bounced off a nearby pole and riccocheted over to his bench. "I'm sorry, would you like me to get a screen?" Our range provides courtesy cardboards stands for this very problem.
"I don't give a damn what you do. Don't you know you're dangerous?! There was this guy once whose hot brass went down the shirt of the guy next to him. That guy then turned towards the first guy and accidently shot him with his rifle!" While he's saying this, he's pretending to repeatedly bayonet me with an imaginary rifle, and he's standing all of about two feet away from me.
He had just arrived and couldn't put his target out yet, so he sat back down on one of the benches behind the firing line to wait. "Mind if I shoot the last three rounds first, since you haven't start shooting yet?" I asked.
"I don't care what you do. You're dangerous." Okay....
So I fire off the last three rounds, and before I can sneak a peek through my spotting scope, my buddy (who's shooting on the other side of me) brings me a screen. Cool. Must have overheard the Sarge. How could you not? The guy doesn't speak so much as he lectures loudly.
So I set up the screen and continue shooting. After the next break, the Sarge comes up to me and says, "Oh, and here's more bad news for you: Your rifle's illegal. No one here gives a **** what you shoot, but your rifle's illegal. It's got a bayonet lug."
"Uh, no, it's an FN49. It's a curio."
"It sure as hell is illegal! You have an illegal rifle! Did you buy it before 2000?! Then it's illegal! You can write to the DOJ, and they'll tell you it's illegal. I saw it in Shotgun news. It said 'No sales to CA,' so that means illegal!"
"No, that's a .308 Argentin--"
"Wanna bet?! HOW MUCH YOU WANNA BET?! Your rifle's illegal!"
Okay....
Click ignore button. Commence shooting. Enough with the FN49, out comes the LE No. 4 Mk. II. Trying to enjoy myself.....then, "Oh, an Enfield. Not illegal, like the other one."
:banghead:
"It's not illegal."
"Sure it is!" He goes on to loudly rant about how he's not anti-gun, how gun control laws are silly, how our CA Senators are evil and don't trust us with guns, etc., all while pointing and wagging his finger about four inches from my face. "See, so your rifle's illegal." Yeah.
By now, my buddy's had his fill, and the guy on the other side of him is simply shaking his head. Buddy's gonna say something, but takes patient cue from me. "Okay, you're right. Uh huh. Yeah. Right." I nod, feigning acquiescence to get this guy outta my face. Don't want to get into a louder-is-righter debate. The whole "Never argue with a fool" thing.
Click IGNORE! Continue shooting. During break, I check my target at 100 yds. Voice from hell: "So how's that British Enfield shooting? Hitting your target?"
"Yup." I quickly turn back to the benches to avoid saying anything smart.
Fortunately, the Sarge leaves soon after that. Appears the company wasn't friendly enough for him. I wave goodbye as he drives away.
Unfortunately, some doofuses down at the other end of the range decide it's a good idea to shoot at my steel pistol target with their .223 rifle. Paint spatters to the right of the divots in my steel plate, so shots are coming from the left. Only three benches shooting rifles to my left, and I know immediately which one it is. They deny doing it, of course, but at least they stop. They keep looking over their shoulders as they walk to their car. One divot per doofus.
[Lawdog] *sigh* [/Lawdog] Man, was I a magnet for headaches today....
:banghead: