Preacherman
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Went to a local range this afternoon to shoot a few milsurp rifles. While I was pottering away at one station, Doofus arrived with his friends in tow, and proceeded to blast a few rounds through the .30-30 he got for Christmas. (He didn't hit the paper at 25 yards, but from the comments of his friends, you'd think he was Sergeant York reincarnated! 
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Anyway, in the course of trying to fumble a few more rounds into the magazine, Doofus dropped his rifle, and it landed muzzle-first in the muddy grass in front of the firing point. He said a few choice words (to the jeers of his friends), and picked it up. He didn't look at the muzzle at all - just finished loading two more rounds into the magazine, and then took up a firing stance.
I stopped him, and suggested that he check the barrel for obstructions. He sneeringly replied that "Aw, these Winchesters are tough - I'll just shoot it clean!" With that, holding the rifle one-handed and pointing it roughly down-range, HE PULLED THE TRIGGER.
Result:
1. Bulged barrel, and a split in the muzzle of about an inch or so;
2. Shocked silence from him and his friends;
3. Rather harsh language from myself and the RO, who were both prone on the ground (having dived there as soon as we saw what this idiot was up to).
He's now banned from the range for a year, and will have to explain to Daddy what happened to his new toy.
:banghead: 
)Anyway, in the course of trying to fumble a few more rounds into the magazine, Doofus dropped his rifle, and it landed muzzle-first in the muddy grass in front of the firing point. He said a few choice words (to the jeers of his friends), and picked it up. He didn't look at the muzzle at all - just finished loading two more rounds into the magazine, and then took up a firing stance.
I stopped him, and suggested that he check the barrel for obstructions. He sneeringly replied that "Aw, these Winchesters are tough - I'll just shoot it clean!" With that, holding the rifle one-handed and pointing it roughly down-range, HE PULLED THE TRIGGER.
Result:
1. Bulged barrel, and a split in the muzzle of about an inch or so;
2. Shocked silence from him and his friends;
3. Rather harsh language from myself and the RO, who were both prone on the ground (having dived there as soon as we saw what this idiot was up to).
He's now banned from the range for a year, and will have to explain to Daddy what happened to his new toy.
:banghead: 
I wonder too what the story to Daddy was. 
