I was shooting my M1 at a local club when a yute in his 20s set up at an adjacent bench. He settled in while I shooting. When my rifle went, BANG, PING, his head snapped around towards me. Looking for damage. He thought my gun blew up.
Got taught a lesson by an old dude back when I was young. I was shooting my Garand. He said I couldn't break a clay plate with it at 50 yards but he could with his smoke pole. Put $20 on it. I put one clean hole thru it near center. Plate didn't break. He shoots his 54 and the darn thing shatters. Sometimes big and slow is the way to go he said. Took my $20 with a smile. Gave the Garand to my son.