Old Reliable
Plinker
So... My 30th birthday is Monday and I thought I would celebrate a bit early by shooting something. I wasn't going to shoot at Clark State Forest in Henryville, but thought the rain would keep down the crowd. It was a good day of shooting- worked with my new S&W 438 and did some plinking with the Bearcat.
And then, one of those golden moments happen. While myself and two other people are actively shooting, another guy just starts walking downrange. I immediately yelled to clear the range. The other shooters looked at me a little crass until they realized why I had so suddenly cleared the range. The guy strolling through the scenic mauled cardboard and beautiful bald burms suddenly looks like a deer in headlights. I guess after 20 yards he realized he had walked on to a live range.
I've heard of it but have never seen it- until today. I gotta join a club, or something.
And then, one of those golden moments happen. While myself and two other people are actively shooting, another guy just starts walking downrange. I immediately yelled to clear the range. The other shooters looked at me a little crass until they realized why I had so suddenly cleared the range. The guy strolling through the scenic mauled cardboard and beautiful bald burms suddenly looks like a deer in headlights. I guess after 20 yards he realized he had walked on to a live range.
I've heard of it but have never seen it- until today. I gotta join a club, or something.