Story time!
I was at the range a few months ago. Some guys showed up and I offered them one of the benches our group was using. I was being a nice guy.
So what does he do? Pull out a ****ing .50 with a massive brake on it and an assortment of other hardware. I immediately let out a "Thats what I get for being nice I suppose..."
A few minutes later, the guy starts shooting a Dragonov in 7.62x54R...with steel cased ammo...hitting me right in the head. Our range has "Dividers" that you can easily place on any of the benches to prevent brass from hitting your neighbor. I immediately got up and went to place one on his bench, but his big ass .50 was on that side of the bench. I asked him to move the .50 so I could put the divider there and he sighed loudly, grabbed the rifle, and said "Wowwwwww" as if to imply I'm a pussy because I didn't want big ass pieces of hot steel repeatedly knocking me in the noggin from someone I was considerate to while I was at a place I paid to be at.
My buddy, seeing what was going on, went to the opposite side of him and mag dumped a full auto 5.56mm that literally rained hot brass all over him and his buddy as they were trying to get the Dragonov zeroed. That is loyalty.
Worthless without pics.
Last edited by Eurodriver; 12-29-15 at 09:14.
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