Just a couple months ago I was at the rifle range, only one other guy there out of 18 benches, I was on #16, he was on #7. He shooting a 308, me a 6.5. We had both purchased the same target from the range and placed them on the corresponding spots for our bench numbers. He was banging away with his 308 bolt gun with 16 power scope at 100 yards, his pattern looked like buck shot. I took my rifle of the case, built my rest, organized all my gear while he banged away. I sat down, shot one 5 shot group then got up to go B.S. with the range master while my rifle cooled. I then came back, loaded up another 5 rounds, got onto my rifle, looked through the scope and what do I see? Buck shot all over my target, clearly larger than my 6.5 holes. I stroll over to him, say "uh hey there Bud, just so ya know you shot my target" he promptly retorts "NO I DIDNT!!" I shake my head and walk back to my bench, fire a hand full of shots, then through my scope I watch a 308 sized hole appear in my target along with a shower of splinters from the backer board right as his rifle barks! I yell "DUDE!! YOU'RE SHOOTING MY TARGET!!" He sheepishly looks over his rifle that is CLEARLY pointed to my target that is 40 feet to the right if his target and says "oh....yeah"....Then proceeded to continue banging away at his patterning board. No apology, no offer of a new target, nothing more than a sense of entitlement.
He shortly after packed up his gear, tossed it in his entirely too expensive luxury sedan and took off. My range master chuckled and said, "he wont be allowed back"
All I hoped was that his rounds made it into the berm. What a moron.