Met a couple of buddies at a range in a park that our factory's employees own, and had a wonderful time, till HE showed up...
HE pulled up with his Paduin apprentice and demanded that we vacate a shooting bench just for him. Well, we were all spread out, it just being the three of us till then.... so we moved our gear off of the bench of his choice. No problem.
Next, he informs us that we will HAVE to take our targets off of the uprights as they are having all sorts of problems with people coming in and doing this, and the uprights are getting all shot up, and are we gun club members? One of my compatriots informs him that the uprights are scheduled to be replaced next week. They're TELEPHONE POLES.... And I answer, yes, we're members, then I think and check myself, No, I say, we're PARK members... and I'm thinking ( We OWN your damn range, anus boy!)... but then I check myself again and resolve to try to get along, which we do. His apprentice is actually a nice guy, and turns out to be a fast learner. But him..... well..... he can't hit the broad side of a barn with a 10 guage sawed off to 9 inches and loaded with 8 shot from 7 yards. It was just sad.
Who is he? Why.... The dreaded RANGE COMMANDO.... of course!! He's an EXPERT till it comes time to sit down, REST HIS LASER EQUIPPED PISTOL ON THE BENCH, AND HIT THE DAMN 25 YD TARGET, DAMN IT!
And his laser fell off. I found it behind his bench, and spotted my buddies with it till he finally NOTICED his spiffy rail was empty...
For pete's sake. The RANGE COMMANDO. I never thought I'd meet him at our own little range.
I'm pretty sure I saw him at his part time job last week in Macy's
HE pulled up with his Paduin apprentice and demanded that we vacate a shooting bench just for him. Well, we were all spread out, it just being the three of us till then.... so we moved our gear off of the bench of his choice. No problem.
Next, he informs us that we will HAVE to take our targets off of the uprights as they are having all sorts of problems with people coming in and doing this, and the uprights are getting all shot up, and are we gun club members? One of my compatriots informs him that the uprights are scheduled to be replaced next week. They're TELEPHONE POLES.... And I answer, yes, we're members, then I think and check myself, No, I say, we're PARK members... and I'm thinking ( We OWN your damn range, anus boy!)... but then I check myself again and resolve to try to get along, which we do. His apprentice is actually a nice guy, and turns out to be a fast learner. But him..... well..... he can't hit the broad side of a barn with a 10 guage sawed off to 9 inches and loaded with 8 shot from 7 yards. It was just sad.
Who is he? Why.... The dreaded RANGE COMMANDO.... of course!! He's an EXPERT till it comes time to sit down, REST HIS LASER EQUIPPED PISTOL ON THE BENCH, AND HIT THE DAMN 25 YD TARGET, DAMN IT!
And his laser fell off. I found it behind his bench, and spotted my buddies with it till he finally NOTICED his spiffy rail was empty...
For pete's sake. The RANGE COMMANDO. I never thought I'd meet him at our own little range.
I'm pretty sure I saw him at his part time job last week in Macy's
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