Ill share a few happenings at some of my range trips,im kinda new but i value safety a lot also.
One trip to a local indoor range i had a guy next to me shooting his Taurus PT145.The problem was he was setting the target at 7' yes 7 feet!
To make it worse he was consistently 1' low on his shots,and even after 150 rounds he never learned to compensate.During that i did make a mistake as i was taking my safety glasses off to look threw my binoculars at my targets.
And the range Officer did pull me aside and tell me to make sure i didn't ever take them off,not that its so dangerous.But the guy next to me was likely to start hitting the target clips if he ever did learn to compensate and aim higher,sending shrapnel back at us.
Seriously i could have spit and hit the bulls on that target it was so close.
Secondly was me at an outdoor range with 1 guy there shooting also.I was the recipient of the hot brass this time.It went behind my glasses and hung on the bottom of them against my cheek.
I do believe i jumped once and hollered once and then figured out what was going on,and then i even had the state of mind to put the safety on and then set the gun down.Once that was taken care of i started swatting at my face,my glasses and the brass both went flying and i was relieved as that hurt like a mother!
The other guy there didn't even relies what had just happened,but i was kinda proud of my good response under pressure.
Lastly was a sad and scary event filled day.
I went to a local outdoor range run by the DNR and as i walked and set my guns down a younger kid about 20 walks up and asks "what im shooting?" i pull out my 1911 and clear it and hand it to him,and then his buddy walks up and fondles it too.Why i turned over my weapon to someone i just walked up to i don't know why,they seemed nice and sincere i guess.We talk a bit more and then they left.
It seemed like a normal meeting and i wasn't scared,i also had my PT745 in my waistband.
I go home and then start reading this thread: http://www.thehighroad.org/showthread.php?t=475141
Im sure many things were different,but it sure made me think just how different my day COULD have went and i allowed it to also.
I learned a lesson that day to be more on my toes and not everyone loves guns and people at the same time.
Also i know the area Mark McCalla was killed in which most of my family is from that little town,and i never imagined something like that could happen there.Indirectly he taught me a lesson i wont forget.
I will add tho the guys i met that day seemed to be passionate gun owners with no ill intent,just friendly.
One trip to a local indoor range i had a guy next to me shooting his Taurus PT145.The problem was he was setting the target at 7' yes 7 feet!
To make it worse he was consistently 1' low on his shots,and even after 150 rounds he never learned to compensate.During that i did make a mistake as i was taking my safety glasses off to look threw my binoculars at my targets.
And the range Officer did pull me aside and tell me to make sure i didn't ever take them off,not that its so dangerous.But the guy next to me was likely to start hitting the target clips if he ever did learn to compensate and aim higher,sending shrapnel back at us.
Seriously i could have spit and hit the bulls on that target it was so close.
Secondly was me at an outdoor range with 1 guy there shooting also.I was the recipient of the hot brass this time.It went behind my glasses and hung on the bottom of them against my cheek.
I do believe i jumped once and hollered once and then figured out what was going on,and then i even had the state of mind to put the safety on and then set the gun down.Once that was taken care of i started swatting at my face,my glasses and the brass both went flying and i was relieved as that hurt like a mother!
The other guy there didn't even relies what had just happened,but i was kinda proud of my good response under pressure.
Lastly was a sad and scary event filled day.
I went to a local outdoor range run by the DNR and as i walked and set my guns down a younger kid about 20 walks up and asks "what im shooting?" i pull out my 1911 and clear it and hand it to him,and then his buddy walks up and fondles it too.Why i turned over my weapon to someone i just walked up to i don't know why,they seemed nice and sincere i guess.We talk a bit more and then they left.
It seemed like a normal meeting and i wasn't scared,i also had my PT745 in my waistband.
I go home and then start reading this thread: http://www.thehighroad.org/showthread.php?t=475141
Im sure many things were different,but it sure made me think just how different my day COULD have went and i allowed it to also.
I learned a lesson that day to be more on my toes and not everyone loves guns and people at the same time.
Also i know the area Mark McCalla was killed in which most of my family is from that little town,and i never imagined something like that could happen there.Indirectly he taught me a lesson i wont forget.
I will add tho the guys i met that day seemed to be passionate gun owners with no ill intent,just friendly.