Hmm..."People you wouldn't expect to find at the range"...
I'd say myself.
First time I went to the range, I was wanting to try out a Beretta but was unable to due to the fact I was 19 at the time. Anyway, the clerk says, "Well, you're over 18, so you can rent a rifle..."
"Okay...what calibers do you have?" -Me
".22, .223, .243... 30-30, .308..." -Clerk
".308 sounds good to me" -Me, choosing a caliber based on my dorm room number, of all things
He proceeds to give me an M1-A, a 20-rd mag, 40 rounds, and two targets. My arms full of these wonderful appointments, I stumble onto the line. I load the magazine, pop it in, chamber the first round, and...
*BOOM!*
About eight or nine people behind me let off the worst language I've heard in a while, asking "What the
are you firing?!?" and I was just grinning as I fired off the remaining rounds, reloaded, and emptied another 20 in about 45 seconds. Needless to say, it was a religious experience for me.
That was a week ago. I'm going again tomorrow