Around here, a lot of shooting is done on forest Service land. No established ranges, no one at the range enforcing rules as there are no rules. Most of the places people shoot are either just off the side of the road or at a gravel pit. One of the spots I used to go to was a series of gravel pits on one of the roads up there. There were 3-4 gravel pits separated by a few hundred yards. The first one you come to is a big one and they get progressively smaller as you go along.
One day, I decided to go shooting. I got to the big pit, and it had several groups shooting there. I passed it up and went higher. The next one had 2 groups at it, so I kept going. At the next one, a couple of guys were collecting cases to sell for scrap prices. They weren't shooters, just people who needed money. As they waited until people had left the shooting area, I felt they performed a service, cleaning the ranges, so, I left them alone and went down one pit to wait my turn to shoot.
When I pulled in there was a young couple in their early 20's shooting a Glock on one side and there were a couple guys, speaking Russian or another Eastern European language, with 3 kids under 10. I noticed the kids were doing kid things, running around and exploring. finding cool rocks and sticks and such. They seemed to understand that they needed to stay behind the vehicle so I just watched.
The men were drinking beer and paying zero attention to the kids. They had a target... excuse me, a cardboard box big enough for one of the old tube TVs that they had set at about 15 yards in front of their SUV. They both had Mosins. One of them was using the gap in the open door for a rest, and the other was kneeling down, at the front wheel on the same side. They were hitting the box at about a 50% rate.
The kids with the Glock packed up and left, but I waited. Something told me to keep an eye on the spectacle. I'm glad I did.
As they were shooting, one of their kids, a girl about 6-8 years old, Found a particularly interesting rock and wanted to show it to her daddy. She starts down the opposite side of the car to come around the front to show her daddy, who's the one kneeling by the wheel. Keep in mind, daddy's muzzle was behind the front of the car and about even with little missy's head.
They have no idea she's coming as they have basically ignored the children the whole time. As the girl gets to the front of the car, I yelled something. I don't even remember what it was, but it did get them to stop and raise up off the guns to look at me. The girl came around the front as they were staring at me and actually pushed the muzzle of daddy's gun aside to go up to him. At that point they both pointed the barrels to the sky, thank God. They didn't acknowledge me in any way except to throw some "hard" looks my way.
About that time, the brass scavengers passed by, going back down the hill. I just drove back to where they were and shot there. After I finished shaking.