Ever have a bad range day?

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Any of ya ever go to the range at the beginning of a new season when the ranges finally open up and just feel.... almost embarrassed at how bad you're shooting?

I took my M4, AK, and the 15-22 to the range today with my wife and shot so poorly I don't even want to go back, lol.

My wife beat me badly when it came to shots on paper. A few of my shots didn't even touch the paper at 70yds. shooting on open irons (took scopes off when I shot). Not to mention, the M4 and AK felt like it was going to come back through my arm. Maybe it's because I haven't been out there in close to a year other than firing off a few stray rounds here and there, I dunno.
 
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I know how you feel. We were out hunting javelina last month and decided to wrap up the day by shooting at steel plates at about 200 yards. I couldn't hit anything with a scoped .243. I'm sure it was me and not the gun. One of the other guys is hitting steel with a .30-.30 with iron sights. I felt like an idiot. Definitely need to get back to the range for practice.
 
Drove to my range 35 miles away one morning to work on some loads for my Remington 700 .308.
Uncased my rifle and realized I'd left the bolt at home. :mad:

Been there, done that. Left the mag for a semi rifle on top of the gunsafe.:o Never mind, I'll shoot the Argy Mauser I have. Pull open the gunsock to reveal my Turk Mauser instead.:confused::confused::confused: Good news, I had some 8mm in the range bag. Bad news, the gun prints shotgun patterns at 50 yards.:( All this was not my fault. I blame the Evil Gunsafe Fairy.:eek:
 
Drove to my range 35 miles away one morning to work on some loads for my Remington 700 .308.
Uncased my rifle and realized I'd left the bolt at home. :mad:

I feel your pain, same distance to my local USPSA club (Norco Runing Gun) to shoot my 625 for the very first time. Of course I was super excited cause for once I would place 1st in my division (being the only revolver shooter:p). Got there, paid, went to my squad and realized I left EVERY single moonclip I had on the kitchen counter. I had 7 1911 magazines in my bag instead. Had a good laugh with Dennis (RIP) who made me feel better telling me Jerry M forgot his gun one time.
 
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Drove to my range 35 miles away one morning to work on some loads for my Remington 700 .308.
Uncased my rifle and realized I'd left the bolt at home. :mad:

Made the winding back road drive to my range. Set-up the bags, spotting scope and log book. Uncased the rifle, put a round in the magazine and settled into the bags. Got the scope eyepiece focused and touched-off the first round. The front element of the scope popped out rendering it useless.

Grabbed the other rifle I'd packed out of my truck, set it up to shoot and fired a three shot group. One the third shot the trigger spring broke!

Some days you just can't win.
 
I think it happens to everyone. Some days I can't miss, some days I can't hit anything.

And, some days I forget to take something important.
 
Oh, sure.
I've had days at the range with a shooting buddy and we laughed at the fact we could barely hit the ground.
Of course there's other days that the bullets seem laser-guided and I shoot FAR better than I know I really should.
 
Yep, first bad day yesterday. New loads weren't grouping worth a damn, and then got a case stuck in the chamber... Cut my losses and headed home... I feel ya man.
 
Bad day at the range? You're kidding right? Yeah some days I shoot better than others, even took the wrong gun once (hard to load 357 in a 22) but a bad day? No such thing! Remember the worst day at the range is better than not being there. Besides my club range is in a beautiful location and there is always a lot of wildlife to watch.
 
At this point in Maine, I'm just hoping for any range day. Another 12" of snow tomorrow is going to put me back even further.
 
My "range" is the national forest up in the Rockies.Sometimes you get wet or cold or banged up or even lost,but in the end they are fun days.Hell,even the lost in the snow,huddled over a fire in the wind,underdressed night became a good time when I found my way out the next day lol.
 
At this point in Maine, I'm just hoping for any range day. Another 12" of snow tomorrow is going to put me back even further.

Had no idea it was going to snow tomorrow:(
Look at the bright side, March 20th, Spring thaw begins.:)

Just hitting paper at the range makes me happy.:cool:
 
Last three range days were 17*, 19* and 27*. I went out in my back yard on Saturday and my phone thermometer read 21*. All have been windy.
Taking temperature/wind chill into consideration I don't think I shooting poorly but it's just too cold to do anything!
 
There is a 100 yd rifle range in the national forest exactly 100 miles from my home (one way). I got there, set up the target, fired four rounds and the sky opened up. The firing line had a roof over it, but it was raining so hard the guns were getting wet, I just put everything in the trunk and left for home. 200 mile roundtrip to fire four rounds.
 
There are some "bad" days. Then... there are occasionally "BAD" days. Leaving behind targets or the stapler, ammunition or binoculars, etc. can make for a "bad" day. Not being able to get a lane at a indoor-range or not being able to access a particular portion of the range due to repairs, etc. can make for a "bad" day. A equipment failure such as having a rear sight tension screw loosen on your 1903 during a prone rapid-fire stage can make for a "bad" day.

Then... there are those occasions when one has a "BAD" day. My worst of all time BAD days at the range was when I was shooting my beloved M-98 prone at 100 yds. using some previously thought excellent Yugoslavian 8mm ball. Happily I had just pushed my glasses up firmly on my nose before pulling the boom stick. Had I not done so, I would certainly have been blinded. As it was, when I experienced a "M" split with the round in the chamber, I only got a dose of gas and brass in the face. Being of course a very calm fellow, I first focused on what was important... I checked to see that my rifle was not damaged. Then... due to the blood that was blurring my vision... I traipsed up to the backdoor of the house where one of my church members lived. They kindly took me to the bathroom and used tweezers to pick out the bits of brass that were embedded in my eyebrow and forehead.
 
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