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Went to the National Forest "public range" to shoot pistols. Young guy and his girlfriend park to my left and the guy starts shooting an AR-15 or and SKS or some dang assault-type of deal, spraying me and my 1987 Jeep Wagoneer with brass.
Since it's not the first time, I stop shooting, holster my gun and try to catch the brass as it flies by for amusement. When he's done, I shoot some more. After two or three cycles of this, Guy's girlfriend notices, tells him. Guy apologizes, goes back and does the same thing from a different spot. Comes back, apologizes again. I'm thinking it's pretty funny (funny absurd) by now.
Goes back and shoots pistols with his girlfriend for a while. Picks up assault deal again and sprays me and my car with .223 brass. Comes back, apologizes again and says something like, "Man, if I was you I'd be going ballistic. I hate it when some inconsiderate %^$*#%$# sprays me with brass."
I tell him it's a public range and if I cared about my car, I would have parked twenty feet further away, 'cause I been hit with brass before. I tell him he and his girlfriend should go and have a good time and not worry about it. So they do, and it all works out fine.
When the guy leaves, he gives me a couple of boxes of .22 ammo he has left over and we laugh and part friends.
Regards,
Ledbetter
Went to the National Forest "public range" to shoot pistols. Young guy and his girlfriend park to my left and the guy starts shooting an AR-15 or and SKS or some dang assault-type of deal, spraying me and my 1987 Jeep Wagoneer with brass.
Since it's not the first time, I stop shooting, holster my gun and try to catch the brass as it flies by for amusement. When he's done, I shoot some more. After two or three cycles of this, Guy's girlfriend notices, tells him. Guy apologizes, goes back and does the same thing from a different spot. Comes back, apologizes again. I'm thinking it's pretty funny (funny absurd) by now.
Goes back and shoots pistols with his girlfriend for a while. Picks up assault deal again and sprays me and my car with .223 brass. Comes back, apologizes again and says something like, "Man, if I was you I'd be going ballistic. I hate it when some inconsiderate %^$*#%$# sprays me with brass."
I tell him it's a public range and if I cared about my car, I would have parked twenty feet further away, 'cause I been hit with brass before. I tell him he and his girlfriend should go and have a good time and not worry about it. So they do, and it all works out fine.
When the guy leaves, he gives me a couple of boxes of .22 ammo he has left over and we laugh and part friends.
Regards,
Ledbetter