I saw some of the same things.
Once, an elderly gent walked out to about 10 yards to set up his target before anyone noticed. People were firing, bullets flying everywhere, guy next to me starts hollering like mad. Sure glad he did, cuz I was too focused to notice the gent, and he was only about three lanes down. Rangemaster comes by and tells the gent, "You don't really want to go down there right now. One of these guys might actually get lucky."
Same day, a squirrel with uncanny danger sense raced up and down the side of the lanes. What was funny was the unofficial cease fire the squirrel caused. The look of anticipation on everyone's faces was priceless. Squirrel never did run across. Everyone sighed in unison and began plinking a paper again.
Once, I took my sister to the range to show her how to shoot. Taught her proper gun handling and range procedures the night before, so all's well and good, right? She walks up to the line, picks up my Glock, fires her first (and only) shot ever, and hits the bullseye. She's so excited she turns around and sweeps everyone with my gun.
Don't ask me how, but I went into Matrix bullet-time. First, I dodged the muzzle with a Neo-like twist and back-bend, then I gently but quickly disarmed my sister. We laugh about it now, but boy, that was dangerous. Note to self: Next time, only one round for first-timers.