FrankenMauser said:
When other people show up, I leave.
Eliminates the problem in a different way.
Hence my earlier note of, "...still being able to hear a vehicle approaching the range..."
I drive more than an hour to get to "mine", which is really the state's range, so I don't leave unless I think it's a safety issue.
Maybe I'm not operating with sufficient mental horsepower. When I'm on the line and finally all set up with spotting scope focused on the target, rifle put together, sling adjusted and ammunition and magazines positioned, I'm thinking about my need to focus on trigger press follow through, something that is never natural for me. When I get the rifle shouldered, I'm checking for natural point of aim. Is the sling tension wrong? Can adjust my position to make it right? I'm on the target and ready for the press. Now I have to diagnose how I (probably) messed up the shot. Did I tug it off center in anticipation, yet again?
I'm not thinking about deadlines or emails, or other peoples' problems. I'm reloading the magazine, replaying the five prior shots in my head, and thinking about how I won't make the same errors on the next target. It's genuinely absorbing for me in a way only a few other things are.
There's no room in all that for me to listen to music (as opposed to just hearing it) even if it were playing. I can't imagine hearing the famous part of the Queen of the Night aria as I'm deciding to press a trigger. It would be like bratwurst and ice cream -- two great things on their own.
I get that shooting is an activity people enjoy in many different ways. I don't mind the sound of clinking brass on the concrete, or the reset of my trigger, or other peoples' shots. When a couple of buddies show up to shoot and yell-talk to each other, it doesn't enhance my session. That's really my problem more than theirs.
FrankenMauser said:
Picture a middle-aged white man with a greying beard, doing a kung-fu breakdance (ow, my back) on the firing line, between target checks.
My friend, from one middle-aged man with a grey beard to another, no one has ever wanted to picture that.