Attacked by a "range lizard" today. EEEK!

"So have you all ever been attacked by a "range lizard" and how do you get rid of him?"

I do not communicate with or acknowledge the interloper.
 
Range lizards don't like loud noise, muzzle blast, or accurate shots. I seldom have to fire more than 2 rounds from my XP-100 (223 Remington) loaded with rifle ammo.

The fireball rolling down range is about 2' in diameter, and it will easily shoot 1.3" groups at a 100 yards with any ammo. OH! you weren't wearing your earplugs and ear muffs, "Sorry about that" :D.
 
Range cougar -- that's what got me -- she slunk up behind me, purred in my right ear - something about putting leopard print grips on my Springfield XDM, then playfully swatted me on the rump and bounded off.

When I finished shooting and got ready to leave the range, I discovered that she had made off with my ham sandwich and my Platinum AMEX card.

I sure miss my ham sandwich.:D:D
 
we have range dear, very rude ,they walk right out in the end of the bay when you are shooting sometimes .they dont talk much though.
if someone wants to give me advice i will usually listen and thank them ,i might even try what they suggest.
if i dont like them, ill out shoot them and be very vocal about it:) its just not in me to hurt someone's feelings unnecessarily...unless they got it coming
 
There's always one. I tend to be very curt and factual and am then left alone.
 
. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I don't radiate sociability when I am shooting, and nobody wants to approach an old guy with a scowl and a warbag full of blued revolvers that nobody recognizes.

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Or maybe it's because nobody wants to get near a guy that looks a little like Dick Cheney while he has a gun in his hand.

Got my vote - I won't bother you at the range if I see you either!! :D

Pete
 
RANGE LIZARDS

my worst encounter was not with another shooter but with a range "officer/employee". the Calverton range LI, NY app 1996.it was basiclly just a sand pit, no tables/benches or seats for rifle. an old drunk in a station wagon full of empty beer cans collecting 10$ a head and way too full of advice. there were a bunch of 5 gal plastic buckets that I figured were intended to be seats, but all had at least 100 bullet holes in them and could no longer in any way be sat on. so as there were no target frames I taped a target to one of these buckets and started shooting. now I'm the only one there and the station wagon comes roaring down in a cloud of dust, the old r/o gets out storms up to me shaking and red faced he is so angry and starts cursing me and my Momma. now maybe he was somebody back in the day, but on this day he was a foul mouthed drunk and that wasn't the smartest way to approach an armed stranger imo. out of respect for his age I didn't hurt him, but simply said (not asked) give me my 10$ back I will leave and you will be able to walk away and not have to gum your food. he did and I left without any violence. had he approached me differently I would have apologized and offered to buy his sieve of a beloved bucket. amazing he had lived that long acting like that.
 
One thing nice about belonging to an actual club, the members are friendly for the most part. I often get other people looking at the pack of guns I have with me. They may be shooting plastic but like the iron too. I hate know-it-alls in any subject.
 
I'm lucky, I guess. We rotate what we take to the range. the wife practices with her Bersa and her Vaqueros (for SASS). Largely with the .22 versions, followed by appropriate loads. Mostly, I'll take my "shooters"==the fun guns. You know, the 1886 with BP loads, the 1917's ==maybe all three (soon to be 4): the Colt, S & W and Enfield, together with the '03. Or a Bisley in 41 LC.

Nobody seems to want to talk to the (youthful thinking) old coot. If I have the bear loads in my Blackhawks or my ported 454, it does get kinda quiet.
 
I salute they way you handled your lizard.

Uhhh...Bob...you just might want to rephrase that...:D:D:D

I've had more run-ins with the gun store sub-species. Usually kids who watch too much television and over-indulge in video games. My preference for revolvers is considered ludicrous. I told one that I prefer them because they don't throw brass for the CSI people to pick up at the crime scene, and he edged away.

"Magnetic declination" and "the importance of correct feng shui in shooting" are also good tools in the process of dazzling idiots with one's vast knowledge. So is "Sorry, I couldn't hear you over the Voices."
 
I had some know-it-all, bozo at the bowling alley tell me after I left a 7 pin on a ringing pocket hit that "that pin only tipped 8-1/2 degrees and as you know a pin needs to lean 9 degree to fall over". Without missing a beat I said..."I like you. Whaddaya say we get a few cocktails after we finish and see how things go"?

End of problem! He never, I mean ever, made eye contact with me or spoke to me again. He'd turn and walk away every time I was near him.
 
I can find a lot of amusement with know it alls. I just can't get mad when some bonehead is spouting stupid things.
What bothers me is someohne violating the basic safety rules putting my life at risk. I allways check the ceiling & other non
target areas for bullet holes. I like to think that gives me an
Idea of the overall quality of the other range users.
 
Nachogrande, ah another ex yankee from Long Island NY. Used to shoot at the Calverton range many years ago. Back then they actually had target frames and some of the buckets didn't have bullet holes in them. Had some good times out at the sandpits.
 

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