Funniest/scariest time on the range?
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at the range with my coonan and some new recipe rounds and the local homeboy shooting club shows up with there glock thinking there the Sh** , starts shooting fast rounds in the stall next to me , I fired the coonan it ejects the shell high and bounces it off the air duct above and it goes down the back of homie's shirt ! neat dance followed and then they moved to the stall next to that ..
While receiving firearms instuction at the police academy we received S&W revolvers with these huge wooden grips. Next to me in line was Marcus, the class screwup, and on the other side of him was Val, a very petite female who had joined the department only because her boyfriend talked her into it(she didn't even have drivers license until we reached emergency vehicle operations but that's another story).
Our range instructors were sticklers on safety and during this particular course of fire, we were instructed to react as if on the streets. If you had a malfunction, clear it. In other words you had better have a very gooood reason to raise your hand to get an instructors attention. We had fired once when thru my earmuffs I heard Marcus calling my name in a stage whisper. Not wanting to PO our instructors, I 'whispered' back for him to shut up. At this point he started calling me louder and more urgently. As I turned to face him all thoughts of murder vanished as I saw what he was frantically pointing at. The petite female was struggling to get a good grip on those huge wooden grips with her tiny hands. To keep from dropping the revolver, she held it against her chest with the barrel pointing upwards, the muzzle of which was wavering approximately a inch or less from where the chin and throat meet. I felt my mouth drop open as my hand automatically went up waving frantically. The rangemaster called for a cold range and one of the assistant instructors stormed towards me obviously about to tear me a new one. As he stopped I began pointing at Val who was still in the same position, despite the call for a cold range. I looked back at the instructor who literally turned white. He jumped past me and grabbed the barrel of her revolver, pointing it downrange. We received a break for about thirty minutes to restore order. Val was taken off line while they attempted to locate aftermarket grips that would fit her. She never was able to qualify.
Our range instructors were sticklers on safety and during this particular course of fire, we were instructed to react as if on the streets. If you had a malfunction, clear it. In other words you had better have a very gooood reason to raise your hand to get an instructors attention. We had fired once when thru my earmuffs I heard Marcus calling my name in a stage whisper. Not wanting to PO our instructors, I 'whispered' back for him to shut up. At this point he started calling me louder and more urgently. As I turned to face him all thoughts of murder vanished as I saw what he was frantically pointing at. The petite female was struggling to get a good grip on those huge wooden grips with her tiny hands. To keep from dropping the revolver, she held it against her chest with the barrel pointing upwards, the muzzle of which was wavering approximately a inch or less from where the chin and throat meet. I felt my mouth drop open as my hand automatically went up waving frantically. The rangemaster called for a cold range and one of the assistant instructors stormed towards me obviously about to tear me a new one. As he stopped I began pointing at Val who was still in the same position, despite the call for a cold range. I looked back at the instructor who literally turned white. He jumped past me and grabbed the barrel of her revolver, pointing it downrange. We received a break for about thirty minutes to restore order. Val was taken off line while they attempted to locate aftermarket grips that would fit her. She never was able to qualify.
Well, this all reminds me why I wear a turtleneck shirt and a ballcap to the range at all times, in addition to the hearing and eye protection. Some of you are making me think that kevlar wouldn't be a bad idea either. I'm usually at the range at odd hours, so there's not usually a lot of people there. (I hate people.) The only thing I ever see is people shooting big guns with big loads, and very poorly. It's funny watching somebody turn a larger than life size sillouette into something resembling a big block of swiss cheese. Aim much? That .44 mag making you flinch?
Lots of stories... thanks for sharing, folks...
A scary one - bird and rabbit hunting with my cousin one day. We come up empty handed (mostly due to my inability to hit with a shotgun) and head home. Sitting in his bedroom we are feeling macho and start playing soldier with an AR lookalike in .22. I swing the gun onto him and reach for the trigger, believing it to be empty (no mag, slide had been racked). The Rules kick in and I swing it off of him just before clicking... only it doesn't click, it deafens us with the bang. The fear-induced adrenaline dump was only matched by having to explain to my uncle why there was a hole in the wall of his new house...
On a deployment to Turkey I wandered in to a local gunshop in Eskisher. (Fabulous gold shopping there, ladies!) Seeing a 1911 looking thing under the glass I ask to see it, and the old man in the place sends his 10yr old (grandson?) to fetch it out. The kid willingly complies, but as he pulls it up it is pointed at my chest, safety off, finger on the trigger. The thoughts that ran through my head in the next few fractions of a second would fill a novel... while I am wondering if I have just found one of those many places that dislike americans, training takes over and my hands disarm the kid and attempt to clear the weapon. I say attempt because it turned out to be a very good quality replica airgun... The kid squeaked and I set the thing down, hands shaking. I looked up at the 4 men in the place who were suddenly staring at me, said thank you and beat a hasty retreat out of there.
A scary one - bird and rabbit hunting with my cousin one day. We come up empty handed (mostly due to my inability to hit with a shotgun) and head home. Sitting in his bedroom we are feeling macho and start playing soldier with an AR lookalike in .22. I swing the gun onto him and reach for the trigger, believing it to be empty (no mag, slide had been racked). The Rules kick in and I swing it off of him just before clicking... only it doesn't click, it deafens us with the bang. The fear-induced adrenaline dump was only matched by having to explain to my uncle why there was a hole in the wall of his new house...
On a deployment to Turkey I wandered in to a local gunshop in Eskisher. (Fabulous gold shopping there, ladies!) Seeing a 1911 looking thing under the glass I ask to see it, and the old man in the place sends his 10yr old (grandson?) to fetch it out. The kid willingly complies, but as he pulls it up it is pointed at my chest, safety off, finger on the trigger. The thoughts that ran through my head in the next few fractions of a second would fill a novel... while I am wondering if I have just found one of those many places that dislike americans, training takes over and my hands disarm the kid and attempt to clear the weapon. I say attempt because it turned out to be a very good quality replica airgun... The kid squeaked and I set the thing down, hands shaking. I looked up at the 4 men in the place who were suddenly staring at me, said thank you and beat a hasty retreat out of there.
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Well, a couple stories from my garnd father: When they were kids, their dad was gone so they got out the 22 to play with. One of the brothers aimed it at the head of another one, playing cowboys and indians, pulled the trigger, and it clicked as the hammer dropped. The he cycled the action, and out comes a live round, that just happened to be a dud. Actually, it wasn't a dud, because they later took it outside and reloaded it and it fired. I'd sure be goin to church after that one!
For a stupid but funny one: Another relitive of the same era was walking home from school with friends. One kid had just recently been granted free access to the 22 rifle, so he had a few 22 shells in his pocket. They stopped to eat a snack and while he was eating he was playing with them. Somehow he noticed a small hole in a large boulder he was sitting on that the 22 shell fit into almost like a chamber. Without thinking about what he was doing, he slipped it in the hole, then proceded to pick up a rock and smash it down on the base of the shell sticking out of the hole. Apparently what happened was quite comical to see. The rock in his hand sort of dissolved, and his arms and face and chest were instantly covered with little pock marks and rock chips. After they were sure his eyes were ok, he was the laughing stock for quite awhile.
I'd sure be goin to church after that one!For a stupid but funny one: Another relitive of the same era was walking home from school with friends. One kid had just recently been granted free access to the 22 rifle, so he had a few 22 shells in his pocket. They stopped to eat a snack and while he was eating he was playing with them. Somehow he noticed a small hole in a large boulder he was sitting on that the 22 shell fit into almost like a chamber. Without thinking about what he was doing, he slipped it in the hole, then proceded to pick up a rock and smash it down on the base of the shell sticking out of the hole. Apparently what happened was quite comical to see. The rock in his hand sort of dissolved, and his arms and face and chest were instantly covered with little pock marks and rock chips. After they were sure his eyes were ok, he was the laughing stock for quite awhile.
I am shooting at outdoor range with wife and the kids. One other shooter a few lanes down to my right is shooting with his son. Mid 50's guy shows up with his boy to shoot at last lane to the far right. Goes to truck and drags back a homemade clay pigeon launcher, AGAINST POSTED RANGE RULES! I.E. NO THROWN TARGETS AND SHOTSHELL AMMO ALLOWED. Any way, our Darwin possible award winner proceeds to sling pigeons from right to left while his kid trys to make the shot. Needless to say, my tribe and the shooter just to my right back off from the firing line to watch this joker as he is breaking 4 out of 5 clays while trying to throw them out of his contraption. The kid maybe gets 4 shots off out of 18 attempts to launch because they keep breaking in the launcher as the rip cord is pulled. Kids 12 gauge jams or something and I look over to see it pointed back to the left at a 45 degree angle as he is shaking it as if to dump something loose, but it is pointed at me and mine! I yell at him -POINT THAT MUZZLE DOWNRANGE- 
His dad looks at him mumbles something,then they both pack up and leave. Shooter to my right can't believe what he saw but said I did good to yell at him. Have not taken wife and kids back there since.
His dad looks at him mumbles something,then they both pack up and leave. Shooter to my right can't believe what he saw but said I did good to yell at him. Have not taken wife and kids back there since.Hardtarget
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A scary/funny rolled into one. I'm at a range where we shoot 2700 bullseye. Its just our regular Tues. night meet, but we're doing the slow fire segment. One shooter starts withhis pistol pointing straight up, almost duelist fashion. Before he moves he sends a round througe the roof. Sheepishly lowering the pistol to rest the barrel on the bench while looking at the ceiling, he sends his second round through the bench!
To be fair, I think he had tuned that trigger a little too much. I had never seen him do anything to make me nervous. He used a second pistol from that point on...smoth as silk after that.
Mark
To be fair, I think he had tuned that trigger a little too much. I had never seen him do anything to make me nervous. He used a second pistol from that point on...smoth as silk after that.
Mark
I'm on the private range with a petite young lady. She has passed the CHL class, so wants to try various handguns before she buys, while waiting for license to come in.
Guy shows up and has been given permisson to shoot at the range. Ok-quick review of the rules, and range regs and I go back to the lady. I'm standing behind and to the right of student when a Glock comes skittering down the table toward us. I grab the students revolver with my right hand thumbing the cyl open and the same time my left goes around her and picks her up and back.
I safely put the revolver away and the guys says "oops, I slipped, I used Armor All on my Glock". I retrieve his firearm, drop mag an d make safe, he is not to shoot that gun again until Armor All removed. He says he has a J frame. I ask student if she was comfortable with that, she nodded yes. I wash my hands and proceed with the student...again I grab the students gun and move her back as before, as the j frame is now downrange with the hammer back( practicing quickdraw he says). I grab a cell phone call my friend/owner of range to get down her stat! . I take away this guys guns,take the Glock apart, open cyl of j frame and use a cable tie to make sure this gun is safe. Owner shows up, takes the guns away, call the guys dad and said he can come and pick up the guns. Dad later agreed with actions of us all. Son is too anal retentive, mall ninja minded--agreed with us until son proves responsible he is not to handle firearms until extensive education is complete, first time I can recall telling a student they may notattend a CHL class.
We , including his dad called other instuctors and advised no to give CHL instruction. Dad has kept guns, son flunked two firearm safety classes with his attitude. Delusional perhaps, dad is getting the boy treatment.
Guy shows up and has been given permisson to shoot at the range. Ok-quick review of the rules, and range regs and I go back to the lady. I'm standing behind and to the right of student when a Glock comes skittering down the table toward us. I grab the students revolver with my right hand thumbing the cyl open and the same time my left goes around her and picks her up and back.
I safely put the revolver away and the guys says "oops, I slipped, I used Armor All on my Glock". I retrieve his firearm, drop mag an d make safe, he is not to shoot that gun again until Armor All removed. He says he has a J frame. I ask student if she was comfortable with that, she nodded yes. I wash my hands and proceed with the student...again I grab the students gun and move her back as before, as the j frame is now downrange with the hammer back( practicing quickdraw he says). I grab a cell phone call my friend/owner of range to get down her stat! . I take away this guys guns,take the Glock apart, open cyl of j frame and use a cable tie to make sure this gun is safe. Owner shows up, takes the guns away, call the guys dad and said he can come and pick up the guns. Dad later agreed with actions of us all. Son is too anal retentive, mall ninja minded--agreed with us until son proves responsible he is not to handle firearms until extensive education is complete, first time I can recall telling a student they may notattend a CHL class.
We , including his dad called other instuctors and advised no to give CHL instruction. Dad has kept guns, son flunked two firearm safety classes with his attitude. Delusional perhaps, dad is getting the boy treatment.