Okiecruffler
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Managed to spend 5 hours at the range today. Deer season starts tomorrow, so I knew it would be crowded, but I haven't had a chance to go for weeks and won't get another chance for at least another week. Sometimes a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. But over 5 hours I noticed many things.
First, I am a Dangerous Man. I sat there shooting sub MOA groups with my pistols while all around me guys with very expensive rifles were completely happy with their 4 inch groups. Man I hope it was just a bad day for them.
Second, some guys should sell their guns and take up knitting, especially the 3 guys who started walking down the hot range. And REALLY especially the guy who let 2 rounds off downrange while everyone else was down hanging targets. He left right after that. May have had something to do with the lottery we had started to see who would kick his butt first.
Third, alot of guys are shooting guns that are just plain wrong for them. If the recoil from an '06 bothers you, a .300 winchester isn't the right gun for you.
And while we're on the .300 winnie, I was sitting by a fellow who was shooting a 300 Weatherby. A piece of his brass hit my foot, so I bent down to pick it up for him. Sure enough a badly fireformed 300 Winchester brass. I mentioned to him that he was shooting the wrong ammo, but he said it was like the 357/38sp, you could shoot either. I didn't argue, I just moved way down the line. Still have the brass tho' had to show the offspring stupidity.
Wasn't long after that I had a brass scrounger scoop one of my .444 brass off the ground after I had dropped it. Thing hadn't even stopped rolling yet. Now I scrounge alot of brass, but never within 20 feet of anyone. Some people
Wasn't all bad tho'. Met some very nice fellas, let a very polite 8 year old shoot my 22 Striker, shot a 30-378 Wby for the first and probably last, time. My ears are still ringing, my wrist aches like hell, there's nothing like a day at the range.
First, I am a Dangerous Man. I sat there shooting sub MOA groups with my pistols while all around me guys with very expensive rifles were completely happy with their 4 inch groups. Man I hope it was just a bad day for them.
Second, some guys should sell their guns and take up knitting, especially the 3 guys who started walking down the hot range. And REALLY especially the guy who let 2 rounds off downrange while everyone else was down hanging targets. He left right after that. May have had something to do with the lottery we had started to see who would kick his butt first.
Third, alot of guys are shooting guns that are just plain wrong for them. If the recoil from an '06 bothers you, a .300 winchester isn't the right gun for you.
And while we're on the .300 winnie, I was sitting by a fellow who was shooting a 300 Weatherby. A piece of his brass hit my foot, so I bent down to pick it up for him. Sure enough a badly fireformed 300 Winchester brass. I mentioned to him that he was shooting the wrong ammo, but he said it was like the 357/38sp, you could shoot either. I didn't argue, I just moved way down the line. Still have the brass tho' had to show the offspring stupidity.
Wasn't long after that I had a brass scrounger scoop one of my .444 brass off the ground after I had dropped it. Thing hadn't even stopped rolling yet. Now I scrounge alot of brass, but never within 20 feet of anyone. Some people
Wasn't all bad tho'. Met some very nice fellas, let a very polite 8 year old shoot my 22 Striker, shot a 30-378 Wby for the first and probably last, time. My ears are still ringing, my wrist aches like hell, there's nothing like a day at the range.