I was shooting my 1911 in lane 10 (the farthest right lane) at my local indoor range last night. It was packed!
There was a fella in lane 9 (just to my left) shooting another semi-auto. He was putting all kinds of hot brass into my lane. I start retrieving my target when I notice that there's no target on lane 8! I look over and sure enough, that fella had left!
So, I kindly start trying to get the neighbors attention. He's reloading his .380. "Hey, buddy" "hey, you!" so, I tap him on the shoulder. and I say "Hey... Nice shooting!" he just looks at me and his lips move but I couldn't make out what he says. I'm like ..ok..he probably just said thanks or something. so I continue to my point "Hey, since we're both shooting autoloaders, do you think you could take up lane #8? I'm getting pounded with your hot brass. I can take 8 and you can take 10 if you'd like instead." he starts moving with his lips again and I still can't make out what he's saying with my muffs on and since folks are shooting, I"m not going to pull them off. Then I thought, ehe... I can't just ask this guy out of the range, that's just rude. besides, I'm the one taking brass to the face.
so, I continue shooting and just assume the guy in lane 9 is some kind of mush brain goober head...but he was shooting OK and safely, so I'm thinking ok he's got a communications problem...or he just couldn't hear me either. so, I keep taking brass to my face. After about 50 rds, I pack up. *short night* and start sweeping up my .45acp brass and seperating out his .380 stuff. He comes down and says something else that, again, I couldn't understand. So, I just nod and give him a thumbs up... what else am I gonna do? He pulls a memo pad and pen out of his pocket and writes down "Thank you for seperating my brass!" I say "no problem" then he writes "What were you saying about lane 8? I didn't understand." I then verbally tell him why. He says 'slow down' and I understood him and knew at that point that he's reading my lips! I then speak much more slowly and he gets it! He writes out "I'm sorry I was hitting you wtih my brass." I say "no big deal. Are you deaf?" and at this point I'm wishing I know sign language, it's hard to enunciate one's words.
he writes down "100% in left ear, 95% in other" "did it happen in combat?"
"born this way." so, we pack up and I stood around waiting for him to leave for a few minutes. I wanted to apologize for not catching on sooner, and I really wanted to know why a deaf guy was wearing muffs! He told me that the concussion from the indoor range gives him a massive headache if he doesn't wear muffs. He was actually very easy to understand outside.
There was a fella in lane 9 (just to my left) shooting another semi-auto. He was putting all kinds of hot brass into my lane. I start retrieving my target when I notice that there's no target on lane 8! I look over and sure enough, that fella had left!
So, I kindly start trying to get the neighbors attention. He's reloading his .380. "Hey, buddy" "hey, you!" so, I tap him on the shoulder. and I say "Hey... Nice shooting!" he just looks at me and his lips move but I couldn't make out what he says. I'm like ..ok..he probably just said thanks or something. so I continue to my point "Hey, since we're both shooting autoloaders, do you think you could take up lane #8? I'm getting pounded with your hot brass. I can take 8 and you can take 10 if you'd like instead." he starts moving with his lips again and I still can't make out what he's saying with my muffs on and since folks are shooting, I"m not going to pull them off. Then I thought, ehe... I can't just ask this guy out of the range, that's just rude. besides, I'm the one taking brass to the face.
so, I continue shooting and just assume the guy in lane 9 is some kind of mush brain goober head...but he was shooting OK and safely, so I'm thinking ok he's got a communications problem...or he just couldn't hear me either. so, I keep taking brass to my face. After about 50 rds, I pack up. *short night* and start sweeping up my .45acp brass and seperating out his .380 stuff. He comes down and says something else that, again, I couldn't understand. So, I just nod and give him a thumbs up... what else am I gonna do? He pulls a memo pad and pen out of his pocket and writes down "Thank you for seperating my brass!" I say "no problem" then he writes "What were you saying about lane 8? I didn't understand." I then verbally tell him why. He says 'slow down' and I understood him and knew at that point that he's reading my lips! I then speak much more slowly and he gets it! He writes out "I'm sorry I was hitting you wtih my brass." I say "no big deal. Are you deaf?" and at this point I'm wishing I know sign language, it's hard to enunciate one's words.
he writes down "100% in left ear, 95% in other" "did it happen in combat?"
"born this way." so, we pack up and I stood around waiting for him to leave for a few minutes. I wanted to apologize for not catching on sooner, and I really wanted to know why a deaf guy was wearing muffs! He told me that the concussion from the indoor range gives him a massive headache if he doesn't wear muffs. He was actually very easy to understand outside.
