K3
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I went to the outdoor range SUnday morning to shoot some handloads I had worked up in a number of rifles. The range happened to have a varmint rifle contest. Had I known that, I'd have brought more ammo than the load development stuff for it. Different story though.
Anyhow, most shooters used rimfires, and the 50 yard targets were used. Centerfires used 100 yards. So..... 2 benches down from me, a kid probably 13 is with his granfather and another older gentleman. There was a ceasefire and about 6 or 8 people downrange setting up targets. The kid had shouldered the rifle and was pointing it downrange. A nice modified 10/22 I might add.
I said to the kid ' Hey buddy, you might not want to handle that while folks are downrange'. The grandfather then said in a pissy voice, 'it's open'. Well, irritated, I narrowed my eyes, lowered my voice, and simply said 'Don't matter'. The kid didn't handle the rifle when the range was cold after that. The grandfather gave me a few go to hell looks after that. No skin off my back. The kid OTOH helped me pick up some of my brass that ejected a good ways about an hour later. I told him 'Thank you sir'. Nice kid. Grandpa was a first class prick though.
Funny thing was, the range officer reminded another fella not 1 minute after my exchange with grampa to step away from the bench when people were downrange. I know grampa heard that.
Normally at this range, there's not much in the way of safety issues.
Anyhow, most shooters used rimfires, and the 50 yard targets were used. Centerfires used 100 yards. So..... 2 benches down from me, a kid probably 13 is with his granfather and another older gentleman. There was a ceasefire and about 6 or 8 people downrange setting up targets. The kid had shouldered the rifle and was pointing it downrange. A nice modified 10/22 I might add.
I said to the kid ' Hey buddy, you might not want to handle that while folks are downrange'. The grandfather then said in a pissy voice, 'it's open'. Well, irritated, I narrowed my eyes, lowered my voice, and simply said 'Don't matter'. The kid didn't handle the rifle when the range was cold after that. The grandfather gave me a few go to hell looks after that. No skin off my back. The kid OTOH helped me pick up some of my brass that ejected a good ways about an hour later. I told him 'Thank you sir'. Nice kid. Grandpa was a first class prick though.
Funny thing was, the range officer reminded another fella not 1 minute after my exchange with grampa to step away from the bench when people were downrange. I know grampa heard that.
Normally at this range, there's not much in the way of safety issues.