44caliberkid
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I usually go to the outdoor range on week day mornings because I’m the only one there. There are a few other older guys I’m acquainted with and will still shoot with them, but when someone I’ve never seen before shows up I pack up and go home. I never go on a Saturday or Sunday.
We had a few warm afternoons last week and I went out at about 2 PM. First day I was alone. Second day another old gentleman was there, we were both shooting.22 pistols and he had a rifle too. After about 45 minutes a car drove in and unloaded a husband and wife couple with a boy about 15 and another boy about 4. The other man I was shooting with immediately started packing up to leave. I wanted to shoot a few more rounds as I was testing a new pistol for accuracy and sight alignment.
First the 4 year old started screaming and crying because his dad went down range to post targets and the mom was keeping him back. The teenager was unpacking some black plastic 9mm pistols at their station, and handling the weapons while his dad was down range. The dad came back and they started loading guns. The little kid was still crying. I was hoping they weren’t going to let him shoot. I was trying to get off two more cylinders full of a different brand of ammo, then I was going to flee. The teenager starts shooting first, his brass flying over and hitting me on the head and shoulders. While he was reloading and the dad started shooting, the mom told them their brass was hitting me. They didn’t say a word, no sorry or excuse me. I scooped up my stuff and got out of there. As I left, took a glance at their human silhouette targets hanging at about 15 feet away. Bullet holes everywhere, nothing like a group or even a cluster. When I retrieved my target it had a 9mm hole in it and I was three spaces away from them. I drove away glad I wasn’t wounded, the 4 year old still crying.
We had a few warm afternoons last week and I went out at about 2 PM. First day I was alone. Second day another old gentleman was there, we were both shooting.22 pistols and he had a rifle too. After about 45 minutes a car drove in and unloaded a husband and wife couple with a boy about 15 and another boy about 4. The other man I was shooting with immediately started packing up to leave. I wanted to shoot a few more rounds as I was testing a new pistol for accuracy and sight alignment.
First the 4 year old started screaming and crying because his dad went down range to post targets and the mom was keeping him back. The teenager was unpacking some black plastic 9mm pistols at their station, and handling the weapons while his dad was down range. The dad came back and they started loading guns. The little kid was still crying. I was hoping they weren’t going to let him shoot. I was trying to get off two more cylinders full of a different brand of ammo, then I was going to flee. The teenager starts shooting first, his brass flying over and hitting me on the head and shoulders. While he was reloading and the dad started shooting, the mom told them their brass was hitting me. They didn’t say a word, no sorry or excuse me. I scooped up my stuff and got out of there. As I left, took a glance at their human silhouette targets hanging at about 15 feet away. Bullet holes everywhere, nothing like a group or even a cluster. When I retrieved my target it had a 9mm hole in it and I was three spaces away from them. I drove away glad I wasn’t wounded, the 4 year old still crying.